A Patch of Old Snow
There's a patch of old snow in a corner
I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten-
If I ever read it.
( Don't pause at the end of each line or it won't make sense. Mom and I made that mistake.)
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