This poem is by Bess. Great description of the snow, Bess. Thanks.
"Snow"
As cold as an ice cream.
As soft as a blanket.
On a cold winter's night, you might see Jack Frost peeking through your
window.
Watch out! He's up to something!
What a surprise for all to see - a winter wonderland! Yippee!
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