Snow

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Up an down

The hills they go,

Filled with cheer

And filled with snow.

With white little flecks

Upon their faces,

And overflow excitement

In their chases.

While many would slide

Down a hill,

Others would play

In the chill.

And parents would watch

Their children play,

Wondering what bills

They had to pay,

And remembering what it was like

To be free

In the whiteness

With no end,

To play tag

And play pretend.

It was marvelous

To see so much happiness

In the air

And that everyone had

Their own little flare.

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