Pogo-Nip

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By Sara Ray

Like tiny crystals in a silent would of their own.

When the wind blows silently they fall ever so deeply in a bed of snow.

Tiny crystals hanging from the trees, chiming sweetly as the wind blows.

Falling happily in their beds of snow…. Pogo Nip.

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