Frosty Jack

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Here in New Zealand, it is mid winter, and everything is frozen ib=n the morning.

Submitted: June 26, 2007

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Frosty Jack

Last night the moon was shining clear and bright,
so Jack frost came a calling,
painting everything, a shining silver white.
But as the sun, over the hill came a creeping,
he picked up his tools,and fled,
his tail between his legs a weeping.

Tango.

 


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