I made myself a snowball,
As perfect as could be,
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I make it some pajamas,
And a pillow for its head,
Then last night it ran away,
But first — it wet the bed.

via email from Martha Clark, Sat, 18 Nov 2006 04:34:48 -0800

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