
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.
Photo by Pauline Bernfeld on Unsplash ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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