Look at me! skillfully flying above
those inferior flakes,
Purest white of pristine perfection
Yeh- I’ve got what it takes
When winter is imagined I am the Dude
they fantasize about,
Poster-boy of winter’s magnificence
“Oh how beautiful” they shout
Photographs of my chiseled features
adorning Christmas cards,
jealous much? Haters see me fallin’
they hatin’ hard
Fred Astaire in the twilight, on the wind
lighter than a feather,
More graceful than a cool breeze
in summer weather
Look at the frozen water wishing they were me
Puny snowFlakes
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