Beginning of a New Time

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They are symbols of the time that is now

Everyone seems to know how to make them

They can be a size from high to low

When constructed they are part of the fam

He only survives in the harshly cold

Hanging on to life by his scarf at neck

Something that is never new- always old

He is formed from all the little specks

Always seen wearing a black marble smile

Like his eyes; also a carrot orange nose

Arms of twigs open in a hug-me style

Expecting friends to be built I suppose

The men are seen with very good reason

They are a symbol of the snow season

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