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Richgraham

Jack frost

Winters tale

Thou dear jack frost
To this freeze
Thy hands and toes
To look outside by the
Frozen window pane
Of the chilly smothering
Snow
See robin redbreast to
Cowering wee bird jack
Frost ye know
 
With winds and biting
Snow
And to freeze thy hands
To be inside by the fire
Side glow
Jack frost to my red nose
Ye knows
 
Blow blow blow
Sharp ye shivers
Jack frost give to
A short lived glow
A winters tale we
All know
 
As to the cold night
And the flaky snow
To fall on the steep
Ice it shows
 
Jack frost misty glow
Man to brothers thee
Bestow
To warm my hands in
The winters snow

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