Cyranny was talking about snowflakes this morning and I’ve always had big questions about this idea of no two of them being the same. I mean …. has anybody actually checked? Until global warming has rendered all snowflakes as redundant the jury has to remain out on the issue, as far as I can tell.
Anyway, I’m stuck here in hospital (no sign of snow out the window) with little inspiration so wrote another silly poem about it.
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No two snowflakes look the same
How can that be true?
If I can’t find my special snowflake
What am I to do?
The last one melted in my arms
Under a sky so blue
Now I’m searching every snowflake
Until I find one just like you
Richmond Road 
Great poem!!
I’ve never thought about it, but I’d imagine it would be very difficult to test the theory about no two snowflakes being identical. Once you’d get the snowflakes under a microscope, they’d melt!! 😮
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My point exactly!!
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😀 😀 😀
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Awwwww … You romantic. 🙂 xxxx
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You should know that by now Eleanor
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Still writing in the hospital. They can’t keep a good man down!
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Ohh such a wonderful poem! I loved it!!:)
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Shucks.
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What a bummer, still in the hospital! I’m sending 🤗hugs and lots of good wishes for your health. 👍😊
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Thankyou – I will emerge anew before too long
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Cool!👍
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I like it that the hospital stay hasn’t slowed down your creative side! Cute poem.
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😍😍😍 Sorry to read that you’re still in the hospital. I’ll bet you’re keeping the nurses smiling though😉 especially if you talk to them with words like this poem.
Hoping whatever has gone wonky gets set right soon🤞🌻
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To be sure … the nurses make it almost worthwhile
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What happened? Why r you in hospital?
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Natural wear and tear mostly
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Hmm. Get well soon and take care of youself 💐
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Thankyou
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You must be really sick. This was such a cute little piece.
Also, is Mrs. R alright with you being Cyranny’s barnacle?
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Mrs R. is alright with most things. She has been bombarded with sloppy sentimental poetry for years and is more than happy to see it directed randomly into the ether instead.
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