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Monday, December 14, 2009

Mister Snowman

From dreary skies I make my descent,
Heaven above from which I am sent

Through the atmosphere I fall as rain,
Scorned by winter's solemn pain

It is there I begin my transformation,
I can hardly bear the anticipation

Upon the fields I arrive as snow,
Awaiting the children with hearts aglow

With tiny hands I'm sculpted and formed,
Upon that morning, a new life is born

From the crudity of objects, I'm boldly adorned,
I welcome the celebration upon that early morn

Soon the winter retreats, from its bitter cold wrath,
I'm nothing more to treasure than a watery path

Fret not, my saddened little friends,
Snow is only temporary, winter never ends...
Milton Toran
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