When he was made
the snow he was made of
was perfect
but he wasn't
his body was covered
in dirty dust
his carrot nose
was crooked and rotten
like a witches
his stony eyes
looked odd
and too far apart.
He stood there
for a good couple of days
until the rain melted
him
away
forever.
06/02/2003
14: 36pm
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