I eat snow, snow I drink, I stieber the snow and I bathe in it.
I forbid my kids to pee in the snow.
I breathe snow and I blow him out.
My kids snow the snow from the tops of the pines. Pine trunks bend far, far and snap back quickly.
I bend me only rarely after the trees.
I'll clear the snow from heaven, until the very full of stars.
By day I lie covered in snow.
The children sleep long ago, while I once again wink in the sky, which has been covered with snow clouds. The sky makes himself big to grasp the many snow. Soon, he touched my back and I see nothing but cereal. Snow me in the eye and when I yawn must, in the mouth.
It is just dark when I wake the children. They say it would be long night, and scare me. You pee in a high arc into the snow, crying
"You can not ban us." Then they slide
on the fresh ice rinks.
I blur our tracks with the tassel on my tail.
Would not the last child. This is always three steps behind the rest of us and makes the new tracks. Children
tracks, I think, and leave it at that.
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