The Snowball Poem by Juan Olivarez

The Snowball



The snowball rolls down the hill,
Gaining volume as it goes.
A juggernaut with it's own will,
Where it will stop nobody knows.

The snowball is rolling faster still,
Pity those in it's path.
All evil hearts can feel it's chill,
And tremble at it's righteous wrath.

2/21/11 Alton Texas

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