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By B.K. Date: 2003 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.09.19.48.2410]] |
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The trees are all wearing romantic white laces The telephone lines holding snow snap races The Corgis both laugh dance and bark While pulling me sliding through albescent dark Big flakes of snow fall down their faces With their tongues sticking out to catch them in places Corgis winter walking in their sweaters And me in my down and white goose feathers Wishing you were here to play with us too Since you're not we're sending rhymed snow love goo bk |