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A scheming seasonal spell ❄️

A scheming seasonal spell ❄️

Amidst the shadowy silhouettes the secret silent snowflakes fell

As that ancient, mysterious Mother Earth casted her scheming seasonal spell

Betwixt no prewarning nor any foretell

And waking up to that absolute white-out was an utter bombshell...
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So I donned my waterproof wellington boots and walked outside

Where my size seven shoe sole prints was impossible to hide

I gelled circular snow balls which I rolled on the white ground in my stride

And when I had mastered my mission a solitary Snowman stood smiling with pride...
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This bulbous bodied bloke looked ever so big

I gave him an orange carrot for a nose and two arms made out of twig

He didn’t have a black bowler hat or a red woolly scarf but what the frig!!

But if I could of accomplished my goal, haha that Mr would of been a Mrs wearing a long blonde wig!!!

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Jill Tait

Ay tis very seasonal today here ❄️💙Thanks luv xxx

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