"Mr. Jack Frost, do you live in this town?"
"Yes, I do; I'm seen to abound.
As you can tell, I work through the night
Gifting the land
With a frosty delight.
And so in the day
When the sun comes around,
And melts my deep blush
And tears it all down,
I come back at dusk,
Not one bit discouraged
And through chilly air
My talent encouraged--
The windows are glazed,
Opaque all the glass,
Hazed throught the dark
By me in a flash."
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