First day of snow

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In the good old days,
everyone says,
things were better.
It was better back then,
back when,
on winter mornings we’d open the blinds,
fingers crossed in mind,
excited upon seeing the first snow,
our faces would glow.

Grabbing snow suits,
and snow boots,
outside we’d run.
We’d play and jump,
just being happy and dumb,
throwing ourselves into the snow.
We’d smile at the sky,
without being shy,
extending our hands and smiles,
to all the other young and wilds.

Building igloos, snow angles and snowmen,
over and over again,
sledding and sliding,
screaming and fighting,
there would be snowball fights,
and we would quickly reunite,
reconciling in minutes,
there were just no limits.

No worries,
no fear,
nothing could come near.
We would just be,
flying carefree.
We would stand on that swing,
dance, and loudly we’d sing,
rocking higher and higher,
until some poor kid fell over.

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