The Snowflake
The little snowflake felt unique
In every, single way
And did not really want to drop
Into the light filled day.
She hovered, waiting in the clouds,
For just that perfect time,
When everything combined to make
Her destiny sublime.
Then in a flurry of her friends,
She drifted down to Earth.
And turned to slush beneath our feet;
An inauspicious birth.
Penny.
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