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It's cold outside, my body's froze
Can't feel my fingers ,can't feel my toes
My body's wet from frozen rain
Tomorrow looks to be the same

A outdoor job ,though it is fun
I stand all day, while people run
They laugh at me , though some say Hi
and smile, when I don't reply

Snow days unheard are not for me
The pay's not good, it's always free
A hug sometimes will make me melt
I sense the love from those heartfelt

But soon I'll leave this frozen land
cash in my days of a snowman.
But next year I'll return to be
A friend for all who looks for me.

By George Langley

© 2018 George Langley (All rights reserved)


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