December 2010
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Snow
I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats with scarves of red tied ’round their throats to keep their little heads from falling in the snow, and I turned round and there you go, and Michael, you would fall, and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime
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Dress up in you
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