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©2002 egf
} perfect little crystal {
falling ever soflty
in silence through the air
reddening my cheeks
and dampening my hair
peaceful and serene
so subtle yet so grand
a purity of whiteness
blankets all the land
each year it comes to visit
it seems that nature dies
yet always in the winter
it all seems so alive
the perfect little crystal
takes rest upon my hand
incredibly unique
how could it not be planned?
men who claim to know things
their claims are only fraud
for all things denote this:
there truly is a God