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Frosty
Frosty
He can’t feel his fingers
They’ve gone numb
He built a snow girl
a beautiful one
Fashioned with snow
He gave her soft mitts
She’s perfectly sculpted
with ruby red lips
He kissed those red lips
brought her to life
Sexy with curves
Would she be his wife
When things got hot
She melted in his arms
I guess in the end
She succumbed to his charms.
Copyright ©
Richard Lamoureux
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