by Tyrone
When I play in the
snow I feel like an
icicle that can’t move
forever
until I get saved
by a sunray
from the heat
of the sun.
Missoula Writing Collaborative
We teach kids to love to write
by Tyrone
When I play in the
snow I feel like an
icicle that can’t move
forever
until I get saved
by a sunray
from the heat
of the sun.
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