Well I decided to make up this poem on snow because it is snowing right now and its sticking now and if it keeps it up maybe it'll be snow day tomorrow(Hah...In my dreams). Oh well here it goes.
Snow Snow Snow
Oh how you blow
White stuff in my hair
and no, its not dandruff
I love the snow
It makes me still know
That it is still winter
can i have a mint'er somethin?
changing the world to white
it falls from such a height
It just keeps coming
I'm sitting here humdidlydumming
I'm going to go now
Adios, I gotta get my dog some chow.
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Dog, huh? You know, that's the nice thing about poems...you can lie all you want and it's still considered a great masterpiece and usually gets published as a poem with "deep-inner-meaning!"
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