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Submitted by Raine on Tue, 09/27/2011 - 04:07

Sun shines through soft gray clouds

Snow crunches underfoot tugging at

big green winter boots

One figure black against white

moves across the road towards a

warm hearth in a place called Home.

Author's age when written

Genre

Poetry

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Laura Elizabeth

Tue, 09/27/2011 - 13:04

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Oooh, pretty :D

This was very nice, Raine :)

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Kyleigh

Wed, 09/28/2011 - 05:35

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:)

This is very easily felt. And I love it.

Mikaela Grace

Thu, 10/02/2014 - 07:29

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I loved this :)

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Maddi

Tue, 10/07/2014 - 01:22

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Pretty :)

Lovely imagery. "Green boots" my favourite.

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

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Oooh, pretty :D

:)

I loved this :)

Pretty :)

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