In the winter time we go
Walking through the fields of snow.
Where there is no grass at all,
Where the top of every wall,
every fence and every tree
Is as white as white as white can be.
And our mother's always know
By the footprints in the snow,
Where it is the Children go.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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