My front yard ...
... and a poem by Shel Silverstein.
Snowball
by Shel Silverstein
I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it's head.
Then, last night it ran away.
But first -- it wet the bed.
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Today's blessings: Breakfast at Sam/Lynnette/Lindley's and moving furniture; snow
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