Jack Frost

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For centuries,
he was alone.
Without friends,
feeling chilled to the bone.

He wears a blue hoodie,
his hair feathery white.
Since nobody believes in him,
he is nowhere in sight.

He is the snow boy.
His name is Jack.
He's a winter spirit,
who throws snowballs on your back.

He is the Guardian of Fun,
making snow days cool.
Children cherish those days,
for there is no school.

During the night,
he would stare at the moon.
Asking for answers,
wanting them soon.

So believe in him,
don't feel lost.
He is cool,
he is Jack Frost.

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