
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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10 responses to “17.03.22: Hey, Snowball”
lovely. Good morning, Misky.
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A very good morning to you, Mr Bump.
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fascinating. fun.
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Thanks, Worms.
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Brilliant! 👏👏😁😁
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Thanks, Ken!
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We’re all just accumulations of what we think we know, no?
Cool concept, perfect delivery, M.
(Line 1…know, not knew?)
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Many thanks. Fixed.
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A good roll around at least, no? Definitely have snow ball days. Delightful, Misky.
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Thank you! All sorts of life-stuff sticks to us!
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