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Pink Snow

Genna C., San Jose, CA By TheWordShaker, San Jose, CA

A creek
Gently swirling
Laughing over the stones
In the meadow
Long lush green grass
Swaying with the breeze
Greener than anything I've seen.
The trees start at the back --
And firs
And slope up to the jagged ripped
Green brown white mountains
And snow -- yes, snow
In August
Covered with a fine coating of dirt
But still a blindingly bright shade
Of white.

The window's open
There's wind on my face
Trees flashing past
My brother is
His video game magazine.

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