Ray’s Snowman
When seven, Ray built a snowman:
a bulbous round on which to rest
a slightly smaller stomach span
with a strong and manly chest,
a nicely curly rounded head
and face that was the very best!
His eyes were brown, like toasted bread,
nose black, and red his nose and lips,
but what he said stayed in his head.
One March day his words were drips
slowly melting into sound:
I am you with colder lips!
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Ralph
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