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In the bleakest part of winter. When earth is covered with snow, A sentry of masculine gender Stands without a sign of woe. How is it snow men always smile? The scenery isn't great. Though they most often dress with style, They are always overweight. Magic silk hats hide their bald heads. Their carrot noses aren't cute. Beady eyes seem pixilated. They don't even own a suit. So, why do these guards always smile? What can they all smile about? To contrast, scarecrows are most vile, With a look that's all worn out. Scarecrows got the cerebral part, But it wasn't an even trade. For what snowmen got was a heart, In the love with which they're made.
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
Snow Men
In the bleakest part of winter. When earth is covered with snow, A sentry of masculine gender Stands without a sign of woe. How is it snow men always smile? The scenery isn't great. Though they most often dress with style, They are always overweight. Magic silk hats hide their bald heads. Their carrot noses aren't cute. Beady eyes seem pixilated. They don't even own a suit. So, why do these guards always smile? What can they all smile about? To contrast, scarecrows are most vile, With a look that's all worn out. Scarecrows got the cerebral part, But it wasn't an even trade. For what snowmen got was a heart, In the love with which they're made.
Keep warm!
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
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