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  • Meg says:

    I’m a little snowman,
    Short and fat.
    Here is my broom
    And here is my hat.
    When the sun comes out, I’ll melt away,
    But I’ll be back, Another day!

  • Meg says:

    “November comes
    And November goes,
    With the last red berries
    And the first white snows.

    With night coming early,
    And dawn coming late,
    And ice in the bucket
    And frost by the gate.

    The fires burn
    And the kettles sing,
    And earth sinks to rest
    Until next spring.”
    - Elizabeth Coatsworth

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