Like believing the weatherman decides when it snows
And that planting a tenner makes a money tree grow
Like closing your eyes means you’re no longer seen
And a world before you could never have been
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Very insightful poem Lea. I really enjoy this. You're right........it would be nice to still have such beautifully innocent thoughts and beliefs as children do. Great job. Sincerely, Mary
Nicely done. I could use some snow this weekend - can you talk to the weatherman for me? You obviously remember your native tongue... -chuck