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Hark, hark, what mean those words
Of sweet-sacred alloy
They drift upon white-swaddled dawn
In heaven-splendid joy
And little fellows whoop
And little girls, the same
For on the morn is sweetly borne
A heavenly acclaim
...for every child to hear
What did Weatherman say?
The sweetest words you ever heard
‘Today is a snow-day’
© Janet Martin
Yes, from Christmas break to Snow-day...These are the moments of childhood sweet memories.
I'm trying to come up with a 'special something' to shape this one into...