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The melting heart
January’s chill brought fields of frost and ice
While February laid garden carpets deep in snow
We gave our snowman a carrot nose
And deep black buttons made of coal.
We loved that snowman with all our hearts
Even knowing he must certainly depart
By March the spring sun shines and melts him in a day.
Our dog mourns her loss but eats the carrot anyway.
With acknowledgements to Charles Shulz.
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