Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Ice Worker

Jack Frost,
He sneaks in late at night,
And works in silence by the pale moonlight.
He paints such beauty, so elegant and fine.
Masterpieces of swirling, frosty design.
He's a man of mystery, this worker of ice.
There for a moment, then gone when you look twice.

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