Stupid Short Poem on Snow

im bored and i like snow. im not much of a poet so dont hate on me if u hate it.

Created by buildingbookshelves on Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Snow, it's a crourius thing.
fluffy, cold, loveable.
No one loves anything else of the type.
Except clouds.
Why do we love clouds?
Is it because we see them as a portal to our own personal thoughts, or dreams?
Or maybe we wonder what they may lead to or what is up there with them.
Everyone has some idea of what is past there.
Be it a Nirvana, Heaven, Space.
Why are we so interested in what deals with clouds.
Yet, we dismis snow as a form of percipitation.
Snow, is a crourius thing...

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