Δευτέρα 7 Μαΐου 2018

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SNOWBALL

by Shel Silverstein


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 made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first it wet the bed.