Last night
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Evie Schultz, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2003
Last night a sheet covered the town,
in a massive, blankety swarm.
It covered the rooftops and the shoptops, but it wasn't warm.
Now why is that, I ask you.
Why is it not warm?
Why did it drop a shivery, massive
swarm?
I asked my sister,
She said "Later."
I asked my Dad,
He was reading the paper!
I asked my mom, "Why is there a
sheet on the town, though..."
She looked at me and smiled.
"It's called snow."