Snow CrazyThere's a warm fire burning inside. Windows shaking from the howling winds. Snowflakes falling, I anticipate the chance, of building igloos while everyone else builds snowmen. Snow angels guard the entrance I shovel out the inside. It grows warmer with my body heat igloos really are warm, but a warm fire and cocoa are waiting for me inside. Why am I out here in the cold Maybe I'm just snow crazy!  by Barb Ross Thank You for visiting my site. I hope you enjoy reading my poems and short stories.I really enjoy writing them and sharing them with you. If you would like to use one, please place a link back to my poems site so that others can read other work by me also. Thank you 
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