Jack Frost is never heard or seen, But you can tell just where he's been For while your fast asleep at night He paints the world a sparkling white His freezing fingers in a trice Turn every puddle into ice Window panes those fingers trace Fine twinkling patterns just like lace On silken webs some spiders spun Jack Frost hangs crystals just for fun You can't see jack Frost this is true But he can still reach out to you So wrap up warm, please take my tip Or you'll feel Jack Frost's icy grip Author Jillian Harker
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He is definitely a cold hearted type.
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Indeed, especially this week!
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Very cold and frosty here. Thanks Anita
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We were below zero two days ago, we are up to a toasty 17% today and expecting to be 60 Friday and Saturday, crazy weather. 🙂
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Jack Frost paid us a visit and he can’t leave soon enough. We’re still cleaning up the mess from sprinkler system pipes that burst.
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Hi Eugenia, I’m very sorry to hear that this weather caused you some hardship.
“This too shall pass”.
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Thank you, Eileen. We’re getting through it. 💖
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