Baby, have you seen my shoes? I swear they were right here. Back when I was a young whippersnapper like yourself, I would have had no problem remembering where my face was. But now, everything's a little bleary.
Could one of you be kind enough to get me a windbreaker or something? And an umbrella? This springtime is a little new to me.
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Easter Bunnies aren't crazy about dirty wilted snow people. It confuses them. It might be time to say good-bye and see you next year Mr. Snowman. (you kinda have to pout a little when you say that, try it, ga head, try it)
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