Watching how the flakes fall down
A promise of what is to come
I have to smile and think a while
About a special one
Sometimes she is glad and other times sad
Yet even her pouting face shines
Come rain or snow, wherever she goes
No face is as bright in my mind
She doesn't like snow, No, she doesn't know
The smile upon my face
When I discover that there is no other
Unique, as a precious snowflake
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