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 SNOW  DAY
 
 
 by Writer Fox
 
 Snow on the mountain tops,
 Snow on the trees,
 Snow everywhere I walk,
 Way up to my knees.
 
 Scoop the snow up with your hand
 And roll into a ball.
 We can make a fine snow man
 Standing white and tall.
 
 What a fine December day
 With all the snow I see,
 I want to go outside to play
 When winter visits me.
 
 
 
 
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