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JackPaint me a pretty picture, Jack, On my window pane tonight. Brush on white dazzling swirls, Create a wondrous sight. Though your paint is frosty, It warms my heart to view. Who can match this masterpiece? It's something no one else can do. Expertise by an unseen Ghost; Quaintness plus mystery . . . The puzzle is a simple one For all those who believe. Old Jack Frost - in reality - A riddle that is solved: The art on my windowpane The hand of God evolved. ©1995 Nina Faye Rosenbaum Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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