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Thursday, April 1, 2010
When snow falls, it... (poem)
Sits clinging onto the bent branches,
Weighs down upon the standing leaves,
Hangs like cotton candy from the roof tops,
Covers brown mountains with ghost costume.
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Aum Tat Sat
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