Laughter and delightful squeals on puffs of white they fly down covered hills.
Excellent poem…you reminded me of flying down a snow covered hill squealing with fear and excitement as a child.
My neighbor’s kids have been outside for about two hours screaming and laughing non-stop. It amazes me how the 100th trip down the same hill is just as fun to them as the 1st trip.
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