Snowballs Unhinged
SNOWBALLS UNHINGED
O sweet sugary snow, Shirley gets old.
Her glistening teeth are not very bold.
If she’d let loose,
They’d scram — vamoose!
As temperature drops, Shirley rolls cold.
8/10/2018
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