I began to live a playful dream,
With the first snow fall,
Of dusty white flakes gathered clean
To throw snowballs
At my friends,
And filled their mattered hair,
Body and flush face,
With pleasure and snowy laughter,
In smiles running down their face,
Hiding the hint of crispy ice,
Rolling down the neck,
I pick the snow up in my hands,
To become a powder ball on its way,
To my friends cheeks,
Flung with fun in play,
Water and ice melting in flight,
Display the magic of the atmosphere,
Rolled into a wand,
Throwing snowballs in the air,
Age has little to do with the fun,
Of throwing snowballs,
While friends try to hide and run
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