wrote this morning:
To close the year I have a poem by my great-niece
that is full, appropriately, of wonder and joy:
wen the snow is drop in,
it is lite,
the snow it is litlee
drop in drop in
it is like the sky is cumin undun,
frowin snowballs,
making a snowman today.
Ffion Richards, age 5
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