The sounds of freedom and the sounds of joy
Laughing all the way
The frozen mixture of white stuff
Slipping faster on each day
Going down the cheeks are red
Like apples in the fall
Blurring images of trees
Some big and some small
Snow hitting me on the head
And getting into my tush
Watching for the crash to come
Don’t need a pricker bush
Made it passed the icy bend
Now the journey is at end
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