Snowmen know no men,
Though they rarely are alone;
Their lives are flanked by children,
Yet they never feel at home.
Snowmen are the outcasts,
Abandoned to the sun;
They waste away in silence —
All in the name of fun!
Snowmen live their days to die;
They greet this world to leave it.
Snowmen never question why;
I wonder — what’s their secret?
Writer In Retrospect 
And they are able to melt at warmth…
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<b.LOVED IT! Absolutely amazing. And sad…
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Yeah… I was in the kind of mood where my heart was just *melting* earlier. 😛
Anyway, glad you enjoyed it. 😊
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excellent!
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Reblogged this on sandmoos.
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Wow. Thank you!
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Love this, Rachel! Beautiful and thought-provoking! ❤ Nice illustration.
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Glad you like it. ☺
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