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An iced droplet fell upon my head

And changed to a water drop instead.

     It slowly ran onto my face

     And gradually to another place.

 

For it slipped and slid onto my nose

And you might think, and I suppose,

    That this is what it had in mind –

    To end its days near to mankind.

 

 

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WINTER POEMS FOR CHILDREN

By Josie Whitehead

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