When it's time for day and it begins to snow, you begin to build a snowman that is so dope, when it's all done and you see some smoke, the fireplace is on and you begin to rost,
when your warm and toasty and you look outside you see that your snowman has just died, by the blizzard that flew by, as January is nearly over I began to cry I remember my snowman that once was alive.
Frankie
