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Snow clouds dropped their loads late last night.
All that snow’s a fabulous sight.
Our oak tree wears a slick ice gown
From all the snow that floated down.
Fence posts tip their marshmallow hats,
And bushes look like fluffed white cats.
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I just can’t wait to go and play,
To slip and slide in snow all day.
I gulp down oatmeal and dry toast.
Playing in snow’s what I love most.
I grab the phone; call my friend, Ted,
“Hurry outside and bring your sled.”
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I scramble into winter gear
And rush outside. “Hey, Ted, you’re here!”
We tug the sled up a steep hill,
But tumble down, like Jack and Jill.
Again we climb – this time, succeed,
Then bolt downhill with lightening speed.
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Time after time we make the run,
Delighting in our winter fun.
Before long, we’re tired and cold.
“Let’s head back. This game’s getting old.”
Ted yells, “I’ll race you!” then, “I won!”
Mom’s there! “Hot cocoa, anyone?”
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© 2006-2008 Lucie Bouchard Antoniazzi ~ All Rights Reserved
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