Dorothy Snow Poems

My bucket and spade is always to me,
The best thing ever to take to the sea,
I love to play making a sand castles,
Far away from this rush and hassle,
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Dew on a spiders web is a wonderful sight,
Early morning finds what has been created at night,
Lovely designs spun so nice,
Without a pattern of device,
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He was a poor thin stray,
When his owners went away,
He had been shot in the head,
With pellets of lead.
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