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Winter Playing Chase

When cold outside,
Wind whistled past our ears.
Head down, we quickened our short stride.
Our cheeks stung and we blinked away our tears.
Clouds hid the sun.
Leaves scrunched beneath our feet.
Was almost time for winter fun.
Yes, autumns in bright colors’ full retreat
And winter’s snow played chase.
And winter’s snow played chase.