Mr. Snowball Tree - Poem by Marilyn Lott
His flowers are round balls of white
A snowball in mid springtime
So cheerful it was for me
I am so glad Mr. Snowman is mine.
He blooms for weeks in his prime
So lovely amidst green grass
I capture him in pictures to save
That way Mr. Snowball will last.
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The Road Not Taken
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