My cousin’s my pen pal. We write back and forth.
My home’s in the south and she lives way up north.
The winter is windy and white in her town.
All season it’s freezing, with snow swirling down.
She told me she boxed up some snowballs and hail,
and shipped me the package last week in the mail.
I’m wondering now… did my cousin forget?
Her package arrived, but was empty.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 4
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