Thursday, September 11, 2008

Summers Over-A poem by my son

Summers Over

Summers almost over
To cold to play Red Rover
To cold to play outside
To cold for a bike ride
So cold a snake must hide under a rock
So cold I have to wear three pairs of socks
Lakes are freezing
Kids are sneezing
Down with a cold
Where's medicine sold
A good thing about winter
Means it is Christmastime
A time to open presents
A time to hear no whine

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