Cone Friend
One day while jogging down the street,The preceding poem was found on "The Snarson's" family home page. Is the similarity of name mere coincidence? Or could it be yet another glimpse into the divine and infinitely labarynthian plan of the snaars?
I stopped to rest my weary feet,
Beneath a tree I saw a sight,
That filled my heart with joy and light,
A cone! A beautiful cone stood tall,
Waiting for me to call,
And lead him to our little home,
And stay with us and never roam,
Our hearts have been happy, our spirits always soar,
Ever since that little angel came through our door.
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