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What the Snow Man Said

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The Moon's a snowball.    See the drifts         Of white that cross the sphere.         The Moon's a snowball, melted down         A dozen times a year.         Yet rolled again in hot July         When all my days are done         And cool to greet the weary eye         After the scorching sun.         The moon's a piece of winter fair         Renewed the year around,         Behold it, deathless and unstained,         Above the grimy ground!         It rolls on high so brave and white         Where the clear air-rivers flow,         Proclaiming Christmas all the time         And the glory of the snow!

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