Smoky Hoss - Final Glory

PoemHunter.com 2014-11-10

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On the first blade of grass
Rests a frosty little lass,
A delicate cold beauty
Bound by one last winter duty;
Fallen to earth for glories sake
Her time comes so soon to go...
For this, the final fragile flake
Of the concluding winter snow.

Smoky Hoss

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