A gleam fills my eye,
He's long been inside me,
Such a sly little guy,
For this blanket of white,
Is a great lure to him,
Each time it is falling,
Whether iced, grey or grim,
He cannot resist it,
For though cold it may be,
He'll make his appearance,
Just you watch, wait and see!
Well over forty now,
With the years comes the pain,
Deterrants matter not,
He will show up again,
Picking up a handful,
Then packing it so tight,
DUCK! Here comes a snowball


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