A snowy day in Mt. McClain.
I see flurries all around me,
the snow is quickly falling
Down the trees as
I start to sneeze. The window
breaks open from the wind.
I search and find my twin.
I look everywhere
but I cant find his hair.
As I search again he is at
the stairs looking
at a bear.
The doorbell rings, I jump
and scream, but it is
just Mrs. Whip Cream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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