Childhood Magic
(Kyrielle)
I bundle up in my warm coat
And wrap my scarf around my throat.
I walk in snow, my mind replays
the magic of my childhood days.
All weather called us each outside.
And as I walk I feel alive.
And I’ll dream of, while the snow stays,
the magic of my childhood days.
We’d sled in winter, bike in spring.
In summer swim, fall leaves we’d fling.
We had our fun in many ways,
the magic of my childhood days.
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