Winters Past

Winters Past

We slung snowballs at each other,
and unsuspecting Chevies,
speeding down the street

A surly driver might stop to stalk us,
but seldom could he snatch us

We built snowmen,
and snow forts,
and went sledding down slippery slopes

Since those special days,
seasons in the city,
seem somewhat the same

Snow is sparse,
and scarcely does it stick

And the surly driver would likely be strapped,
with an M-16

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