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1d
Stood in the pile of snow,
dreaming of his dream,
that all due in December.

The snow falls pieces by piece,
just like his dream,
that melt in February.

Build by fun time once sharing,
a time like fever dream,
that long gone ever since January.

There is him,
the snowman has new dream,
that begin again when March come in.
Written by
Enoch
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