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traditional rhyming poetry |
| "Mr. Jack Frost, do you live in this town?" "Yes, I do; I'm seen to abound. As you can tell, I work through the night Gifting the land With a frosty delight. And so in the day When the sun comes around, And melts my deep blush And tears it all down, I come back at dusk, Not one bit discouraged And through chilly air My talent encouraged-- The windows are glazed, Opaque all the glass, Hazed throught the dark By me in a flash." |