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| Innocent little snowflake |
| Drifting slowly down |
| How could you become a menace |
| Or a hazard to our town? |
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| But ere the little snowflake |
| Had disappeared from view |
| One more followed then another |
| Faster now and larger, too. |
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| Whirling, swirling, thru the sky now |
| Tumbling gaily all around |
| Fairly bouncing as they pile up |
| On the ground. |
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| Snow bespeckled lawns and driveways |
| Streets and sidewalks turning white |
| Little faces pressed to windows |
| Exclamations of delight. |
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| Spinning wheels and grinding motors |
| Windshield wipers struggling now |
| Buses halted, people stranded |
| Cinder crews out, then the snow plow. |
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| Slower now the snow is falling |
| 'Til the last flake flutters down |
| Lonely little snowflake |
| Crippling our town. |
