It's Still Life

Hey, Snowball

I used to know a girl
who was a snowball.

Every bit of information she read
just stuck.

She was always on a roll

picking up stuff.
Friends, fortunes, luck.

And then it all melted,
a melt-down, just the way
snowballs do.

But like I said, I used to know her.
Haven’t seen nor
heard of her in years,

and now that I think about it,
I doubt that I knew her
when I thought I knew her.

But what would you expect
from a snowball.

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