A poem For SnowdropA poem For SnowdropA wind so swift across the Sky A cloud so soft I want to cryIm a filly age is 9 but my world just not is fineI cant see at night nor dayto sound my attention i do paymanny think I cant do much I want to proove my special touch.the winter cold now comes to play the cold it hitts me on my wayI sit alone here on my cloud felling all but no bit proudI want to hear the stars from high I want to seen them with my eyemom spoke i dont need them thats a no but she can see she sees me growat shool im hated where to go i cant see the ball they throwIt hitts me hard its not my falt the bruse it tasts just
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