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Snow
by Tristan Nichole Merrill
I sat on my porch as the snow began to fall
I remembered the winters when you were here
the snow would fall,
we would put on warmer clothes to go out to play
You hit me with a snowball and they always knocked me down
you were 6 I was 5
I remember you helping me make snowballs
'cause I couldn't pack the snow
you would stand close enough
that I could hit you
and you would always pretend to fall...
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