Thursday, August 21, 2014

Jamica Winter

 



The snow is cold all day,
Sisters run out to play.
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Each carried a stick,
Poking holes and making snowballs.
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Grey hares hopping, here and there,
Red-nosed reindeer go hide and seek everywhere.
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Climb up, slide down,
Hold hands, sisters get along.
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Time for a cup of hot coca,
Let the radio play some musical solo.