A poem about snow.
Little people of ice
Gleaming white winter flowers
Flying down from the clouds
On Jack Frost’s frigid breath
To form a snowman
With carrot nose,
and barbeque coal eyes,
a sopping red hat,
withered hands of twig
ever smiling traced in snow
as the snow dances down
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