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poor snowman

  • Writer: Caren
    Caren
  • Mar 2, 2008
  • 1 min read

3/1/08


this afternoon, as i looked out the living room window, i witnessed a few of the kids from my block dismantling my snowman with his own shovel. granted, the snowman had become little more than a pointy white snow-stack, but still it was disturbing. excessively cruel. like if i grabbed one of those kid's skateboards outta his hands and beat him with it. did the neighborhood run out of sticks?

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