• biggrin The snow



    The snow,It flows so high in the sky,The trees whisper--
    Your name in the breeze,people will not seize u for snezzing,
    its so cold you`ll have to have a tissue
    Get a sweater oe more u won`t sweat
    You`ll be warm and cozy if you may...Then when winter ends
    May will begin when summer comes....Take off yyour
    jackets sweaters and more! And then fall will begin....