Read more from the Being Truly Human January 1992 Newsletter
By Laura Piggott
In the winter when it snows
Nothing stirs and nothing grows.
Outside it’s silent, cold and bare,
The chance of a smile is very rare.
People shake and start to shiver,
Even the animals start to quiver.
Oh, how I wish the winter would go;
Then we’d have sunshine, not cold snow.
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