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I look out upon the clear fresh morning
The smell of fresh snow falling to the ground
Soon very soon
I hurry fast, fast before it melts
I must hurry to make one last snowman of the year
To remind me of when next I shall build anew my worderful snowman

Then I awake and see the sand
Feel the heat
Know the truth

I must rise and tend my flock
Take them to the oasis
The oasis of our lifes...

Robert Hayden Pursell

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