The grassman loves to see snow is falling - from the inside of the window. He doesn't like to be outside when it's winter. He has made a poem:
No grass can grow
in the snow
that's why I say it loud:
I will not go out!
When it's winter, he looses his grasshair, but it's growing out next spring, so he doesn't care.
No grass can grow
in the snow
that's why I say it loud:
I will not go out!
When it's winter, he looses his grasshair, but it's growing out next spring, so he doesn't care.
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Hello Grassman! Stay warm now!
I surely will, Steve!
Greetings - The Grass-man
Really sweet!
Can't wait for Spring!
great job on this blog. this is my first visit. i'll keep stopping by and checking in.
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