Nancy A. Waters Poems

First old man winter comes to us wearing a great coat of white
He brings with him ice and cold and blizzards in the night

We are all taken back by his cold storms of snow
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It was time to start the day like they always had
Time to learn and have fun and for that they were glad

As the children arrived they found it was time to play
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You said "Come with me my little girl"
As you reached down and touched my pretty curl

I was so very happy to be with you
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