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With the snow comes the joy
to the children of the world.
In the tiny palms arise,
snowman growing with the balls.

Of icicle nose he has –
frozen water in his eyes,
chunk of ice for the mouth.
He is watching Winter plays:

angels imprints on the snow
skiing, skating and sleigh rides.
Snowman juggling is three balls,

when he melts or he falls.
When he has the running nose,
soon he will be just a ghost.

© Art Wielgus 2005

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