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Stephen's Backpack A little snowflake fell into my life - it landed on my heart and kissed me with its presence. So quickly it drifted away, cast back to wherever snowflakes come from. If love could hold it if hope could keep it if time could only stand still if dreams could be carried in barney backpacks and castles made of sand if life could be measured in ifs and maybes and wishes could carry us through... But snowflakes melt within our heat and life is not always fair. Time moves on as memories linger and distance draws lines in the sand. And winter comes as snowflakes fall again. |
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