::: Hail :::

A tiny dust covered cutie.
A small sneaky sleuth.
She climbs blanket peaks,
in search of your tooth.
Soft pillow lifts,
from under your head.
She leaves a fair trade,
then flies from your bed.
She saves them all up,
in gold fairy pails.
Then pours them into clouds,
And that's when it hails.

Written by: ~ PZ

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