A LATE BLOOMING SNOWBALL
I was sitting upon my patio one day
Warm but getting closer to fall
When across the yard I spied
A white flower resembling a ball.
The blooms had been gone awhile
On my snowball tree quite tall
I grabbed my camera and viewed
A lovely late blooming Snowball.
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