Playing In the Snow
You can see snow,
You make a pile of snow,
And you jump into it happily,
Not careing that you'll get wet,
Or that you'll get cold and sick,
Only that you're having
fun untill,
The snow finally melts and you,
Have to go back inside for a while,
At least untill spring arrives,
Then you'll pick delicate flowers,
And enjoy the seasons.
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