A
boy behind the window sat,
And watched the wagons come and go;
Wagons
that carried from the street
Big loads of lately fallen snow.
“I
fink it’s mean!” he cried, at length,
“To carry all that snow away;
Those
men are doing it, I know,
So Santa can’t use his sleigh.”
Aug.
20, ‘95
Camb.
Press.
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