SNOWFLAKES

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Capital O with snowflakes
ut of the sky they come,
Wandering down the air,
Some to the roofs, and some
Whiten the branches bare;
Some in the empty nest,
Some on the ground below,
Until the world is dressed
All in a gown of snow;
Dressed in a fleecy gown
Out of the snowflakes spun;
Wearing a golden crown,
Over her head the sun.
Out of the sky again
Ghosts of the flowers that died
Visit the earth, and then
Under the white drifts hide.
Frank Dempster Sherman.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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