Loyola Blakefield Literary Art Magazine 1 | Page 15

White Fell

White falls cold,

When the year is old.

White falls soft,

On the loft.

White falls hard,

During a blizzard.

White falls calm,

When it hits your palm.

White fell fast,

On Thursday last.

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Ben Sullivan

LOYOLA

BLAKEFIELD

LITARTMAG

2014

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