by Barbara Garcia

Created on: January 11, 2010

As I stroll along these cold winter streets,

I'm under attack by strong winds and sleet.

The ice and snow combo melts as it falls,

It's really quite fun watching those cute little balls.

They sting just a little ,

As the winds blow them against your face.

Then melt as they roll down,

.Soon there's water all over the place.

By morning they'll be gone,

No trace of sleet to be found,

Not even a snowflake will be lying on the ground.

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