tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33094349568975965582024-02-06T20:12:27.907-08:00Gentle As A BreezeDorothy Rennich Kresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771518040562013408noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309434956897596558.post-36512149707596188152019-10-14T10:28:00.000-07:002019-10-14T10:28:31.706-07:00
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Oh what madness hides within<br />
Lives full of hatred, hearts full of sin<br />
This is a dark world we’re living in<br />
Destroyed by evil again and again<br />
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Hearts always crying, choked with the pain<br />
Never any sunshine forever to rain<br />
Driven from the Garden of Eden and then<br />
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<o:p> </o:p>Hearts full of misery Minds lost in torment</div>
Life is a mystery God has no comment<br />
We’ve been abandoned to battle alone<br />
Satan is knocking and you’re on your own<br />
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<o:p> </o:p>Who do you turn to who can you trust</div>
The world’s full of evil lost in its lust<br />
Gold and silver all turning to rust<br />
Soon, mankind will vanish back to the dust<br />
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It will rest and renew itself, as when time began<br />
Beauty and harmony restored in the end <br />
What was the evil here? The ego of men.<br />
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Did I tell you today that I love you<br />
Did I notice the things that you do<br />
Did I say how thankful I am<br />
To have spent time with someone like you<br />
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Did I listen when your heart was troubled<br />
Did I stop just to kiss you for fun<br />
Was I there when you feared your future<br />
Did I hold you till the fear was gone<br />
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Did I tell you each day that God loves you <br />
Did I tell you He sent me to you <br />
Because in His glorious wisdom<br />
What was coming your way, He already knew<br />
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As I sat by your bed that last evening <br />
I prayed for His mercy and peace<br />
As morning was rising on the following day<br />
I knew that your suffering had ceased<br />
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Did I tell you today that I love you<br />
Did I tell you how much you'll be missed<br />
Days after you passed, a whisper in my ear <br />
" Did I tell you today that I love
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And I knew, sent from Heaven " A Kiss" <br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>D.Rennich<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I.M.Forever<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>9/12/2017<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dorothy Rennich Kresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771518040562013408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309434956897596558.post-38793486994336550762015-09-18T09:49:00.000-07:002015-09-19T11:48:59.653-07:00Over the Hill and where? To Grandmothers House We Go<br />
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It’s early in the morning, Grandma arrives today</div>
We get to go to Grandma’s house a long car ride away<br />
We wonder what we’ll do there, we wonder what we’ll play<br />
We like to go with Grandma, we think we want to stay<br />
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She finally arrived at our house, it took a long, long time<br />
We thought that maybe she got lost, but that’s later in this
rhyme<br />
We loaded all of our things, our back packs and our toys<br />
It’s just us girls, Aunt Becki and Grandma, there is no room
for boys<br />
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We kind of wish that Charles, would come along for fun<br />
We would hunt him down and lock him up by using a squirt gun<br />
We like his magic tricks and stuff and he’s really a good
sport<br />
But finally he tricks one of us, and escapes the all girl
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Well on to our adventure, it starts out with a hug<br />
We’re on our way, about a mile and Grandma says, real smug<br />
I hope you know the way guys, this way is new to me<br />
Does anyone know which way to go, I’d like us there by three<br />
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The car was filled with chatter about the trip ahead<br />
Where are we going, what will we do and Grandma, are we
there yet<br />
Are we there yet, are you crazy, we haven’t gone ten miles<br />
Grandma are we there yet, and then three impish smiles<br />
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We laughed and joked and sang some songs and had a few spats<br />
We played with toys, talked about boys and wore funny little
hats<br />
Grandma’s a good driver the best you’ll ever get<br />
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We zoomed along the river and finally came to rest<br />
In a small town called <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Davenport</st1:place></st1:city>,
their milkshakes were the best<br />
Now onto better places, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Odessa</st1:place></st1:city> should be next<br />
But this is the place, in this rhyme, our journey gets a hex<br />
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Ha, ha, what a lark, Grandma missed her turn<br />
And instead of the town <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Odessa</st1:place></st1:city>, another name we learn<br />
What do you mean Wilbur ahead, that’s not the way we go<br />
Whew! There is another way around, the road signs says it’s
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So on we go to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Odessa</st1:place></st1:city>,
hey I think we said that once before<br />
Wow, people live out here? They must be nuts, there’s not
even a store <br />
There’s no Wally World, no K-Mart, no Penny’s nothing here
at all<br />
Oh my God, I think we’re lost, THERE’S NOT EVEN A MALL!!!<br />
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We drive and drive and soon we see a sight that gives us a
real scare<br />
We should have guessed, when we started this trip, this
could be a nightmare<br />
Is that a tornado, moving fast and heading at us for real<br />
Is this <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Kansas</st1:place></st1:state>,
where is Toto, that’s Dorothy at the wheel!!!<br />
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Whew, just a little dust devil Grandma Dorothy said<br />
There were many twisting dust devils in the miles ahead <br />
We watched them roll across the ground, and lift into the
sky<br />
They were awesome, large or small, they really made things
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After we got to Grandma’s we took a cool refreshing swim<br />
We ate some dinner, watched some movies and really settled
in<br />
The next few days were loads of fun, shopping, swimming and
out to lunch<br />
We even met our Great Grandmother, we confused her, a bunch<br />
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She wanted to know our names and where do we belong<br />
This is Jessie, Sam and Vicki and Dani stayed at home <br />
And who did you say your father is, asked our Great
Grandmother<br />
I hope you bring Dani next time, I would like to meet your
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It was great fun and we hope next year to do it all again<br />
We don’t know how, we don’t know where, we don’t even know
when<br />
But we do know that Grandma has just as much fun as we do<br />
And every summer we’ll do it again, something fun and
something new<br />
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Dorothy Rennich Kresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771518040562013408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309434956897596558.post-74130432442728623842014-03-24T13:46:00.000-07:002014-03-24T13:46:08.634-07:00A Gentle Man
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I know how much you miss me</div>
I miss you that much too<br />
I want to share a secret<br />
That God told me is true<br />
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Of things that are to be<br />
So when you feel a gentle breeze<br />
Remember that it’s me<br />
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For that is just to see<br />
I cannot be a raindrop<br />
For tears are not for me<br />
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God promised me a future</div>
Of beauty, joy and peace<br />
So when your cheek is gently kissed<br />
It’s me and not the breeze<br />
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So keep your thoughts on heaven</div>
And do all that you can<br />
To guide your precious family<br />
And be a gentle man<br />
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For strength is not in anger</div>
But in the words of peace<br />
It takes a strength unknown to man<br />
To fall upon your knees<br />
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And for a helping hand<br />
It is the Badge of Honor<br />
Of a truly gentle man<br />
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As the sun comes up in the early dawn</div>
The sleep, still in my eyes<br />
Dew lays thick upon my path<br />
I stop, in wonder and surprise<br />
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As all of nature plays her part<br />
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The trees all reaching for the sun<br />
A few clouds slowly drifting by<br />
Flowers all dancing in colors bright<br />
And the grass bows gently to the sky<br />
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The river runs swiftly from rock to rock<br />
Its waves all tumbling on the sand<br />
A murmuring sound of Thank You for your touch<br />
Comes from the Willows in the Meadow<br />
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The breeze plays softly like a string quartet<br />
And all the birds begin to sing<br />
Imagine all of this on an early morning dawn<br />
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I.M.Forever<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><st1:date day="13" month="12" year="1994">12-13-1994</st1:date>Dorothy Rennich Kresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771518040562013408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309434956897596558.post-50899909471562945182012-06-30T09:32:00.000-07:002012-06-30T09:32:39.854-07:00A Summer Kiss<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDy3kqF8_GOg7NRKLjJDoGPH98z6vGptrX2niPvlO70pG9rrW-CS8wxR_lFQT5v3IWlkoZKeK1DjdtC89YW3OrO-kOmLDaayBvweEqcVwvg75d5c-hZgrP0nvFTyFSc8SagZ84R0rx5KY/s1600/purple+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDy3kqF8_GOg7NRKLjJDoGPH98z6vGptrX2niPvlO70pG9rrW-CS8wxR_lFQT5v3IWlkoZKeK1DjdtC89YW3OrO-kOmLDaayBvweEqcVwvg75d5c-hZgrP0nvFTyFSc8SagZ84R0rx5KY/s320/purple+002.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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The raindrops of summer<br />
Are full of surprise<br />
For in them are flowers <br />
And rainbows in disguise<br />
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They’re fresh and inviting <br />
Often warm and never cold<br />
Full of fairies and unicorns<br />
And pots filled with gold<br />
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They tap on your window<br />
And hide on the sill<br />
You can watch them do cart wheels<br />
If you sit very still<br />
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They’re like little court jesters<br />
Always clowning around<br />
First splat on your nose <br />
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They’re a kiss from the heavens<br />
A gift from above<br />
A message of gentleness<br />
From the Creator of Love<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gone is the cold of a brisk winters day</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gone is the ice and the snow</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now in it’s place are children at play</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And willows and flowers that grow</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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We don’t have a lot to say<br />
That’s how it is, it’s just that way<br />
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This way or that way, no one can know<br />
Tossed by the winds to and fro<br />
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Begging for help and a place of refuge<br />
There is no answer, it is no use<br />
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Pawns on a chess board, trophies to play for<br />
Lost in this fantasy, misery for ever more<br />
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They are eternal players<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">There in those eyes, the playground of time</div><div style="text-align: left;">Looking out as I looked in</div><div style="text-align: left;">Someone like me lost and alone</div><div style="text-align: left;">Searching through life for a friend</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Someone who thinks and feels like I do</div><div style="text-align: left;">Someone whose spirit is free</div><div style="text-align: left;">Willing to run willing to fly</div><div style="text-align: left;">Willing to let me be me</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3Caefpv767F329SMBXqchzgXgPrZIkR7EN-Eaq3U7QX4nTOmJ0g8vU6itMMMvNXjMdYXWEDsDCWPiIyir2Gf9eBDJObfyp3WlOBYPmSwOFkRKtAvYSJj6_z_vNWOfPwpVvCUhMt7euM/s1600/100_3899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3Caefpv767F329SMBXqchzgXgPrZIkR7EN-Eaq3U7QX4nTOmJ0g8vU6itMMMvNXjMdYXWEDsDCWPiIyir2Gf9eBDJObfyp3WlOBYPmSwOFkRKtAvYSJj6_z_vNWOfPwpVvCUhMt7euM/s200/100_3899.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh what a shock when I realized</div><div style="text-align: left;">That I had seen them before</div><div style="text-align: left;">Those eyes that I saw, starring </div><div style="text-align: left;">Back from the mirror</div><div style="text-align: left;">Why, they were just my eyes once more</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"></span>But what a glorious place to live, little tree.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">In summer and winter</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">You are always here with me</div><br />
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My days on McCloud Creek, have been natural and free<br />
I brought a little sapling from my giant willow tree<br />
I planted it next to a brook nearby, where I could still see<br />
And say to it each morning, What a Glorious Place to be<br />
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And soon the woodland creatures came to the tree to stay<br />
And there, they raise their families, so natural and free<br />
All because I planted a little willow tree<br />
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You have won the struggle to be here in this place<br />
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Your beauty, your strength but most of all your grace<br />
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And scamper in your shade<br />
All because of one small willow<br />
And the journey that we made.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Merry Christmas my darlings</div>They heard their Grandma say<br />
What in the world is going on here<br />
Is this really Christmas day<br />
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How a little babe was born<br />
In a land that has no snow<br />
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And wise men offered presents <br />
To the babe born that night<br />
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There were animals all around him<br />
And angels kneeled to pray<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Heaven was filled with singing</div>From a chorus up above<br />
As God presented to the world<br />
A token of his love<br />
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And even more important<br />
He will be there when you pray<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Now we’re fighting for control here</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">First it’s her and then it’s me</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">People never see this struggle</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">But some day one will be stronger</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Yet the world will never know</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">When the one becomes a winner</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Then the other one must go</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">How I’ll miss these little battles</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">But the strangest thing might be</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Not me who is the winner</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">But the winner might be she</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">D. Rennich<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I.M.Forever<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>11-26-1992</span></div>
Dorothy Rennich Kresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771518040562013408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309434956897596558.post-30126186499826739072011-11-07T20:07:00.000-08:002011-12-08T20:08:57.028-08:00A Winters Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMPJZXezXBC46_C7lF76Oi-HtjFn_YqqMkbpJgoYKCeRkIKL6TS5t-5DQIhfiuvWEcADPqFW4FvzKZaHNgeKOzhZegUnwl4nDhpM8XxSpDfenKYkVY0kVqw6YI1gW8YRVa6TQILEc4DI/s1600/100_0513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMPJZXezXBC46_C7lF76Oi-HtjFn_YqqMkbpJgoYKCeRkIKL6TS5t-5DQIhfiuvWEcADPqFW4FvzKZaHNgeKOzhZegUnwl4nDhpM8XxSpDfenKYkVY0kVqw6YI1gW8YRVa6TQILEc4DI/s320/100_0513.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><span style="color: #073763; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The first snow of winter</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">Like feathers from the sky</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">The children are delighted</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">As they watch them floating by</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">Each one a separate masterpiece</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">Made by a loving hand</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">Sparkling white, crisp and clean</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">As they fall upon the land</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">Morning goes by, the storm subsides</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">The children come out to play</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">There's angels to make and sleds to ride</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">On this first winters day</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">All bundled in coats and snow pants</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">With gloves and caps that match</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">They run and jump with their hands outstretched</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">For the snowflake they hope to catch</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">On one little hand a snowflake falls</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">But it quickly goes away</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">Back to the sky, back to the clouds</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">To be a snowflake, on another Winters Day</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">I.M.Forever</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;">11-28-94</span>Dorothy Rennich Kresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771518040562013408noreply@blogger.com2