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Snowflakes stuck on your head,
I worry you might get sick in bed.
It's the first snow there, today.
Under a snowfall, I, too, want to play.
Wear a scarf to keep you warm.
Wear sleeves to cover you, whole.
Waltz through the sidewalk
While you scan around, no talk.
Be careful of the cold,
For it just pops up like a mold.
If you don't wear, as you were told,
Medicine will be of your hold.
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Poems for Kim Taedong
Poetry[ ends when he debuts ] Just poems I wrote that I want to tell to him.
