White like icing sugar,
A dusting covers my car this morning.
As it rises to greet the day,
The sun glistens and twinkles off each tiny flake.
Each one unique, each one special,
More of them then people in the entire city today.
And my greeting is just to push them off,
Brush them aside to I may hurry on.
For I am but a melting snowflake,
As the time runs out on my busy day.

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