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Cold Now
written by: Tim Gallagher
Jan - Feb 2000

Wintertime comes, with the snows
So we huddle around the fire
That Mom's built in the stove
While Dad is outside shoveling

We eat our breakfast
Of oatmeal and toast
And hurry outside
To play in the snow

A ball of snow
Maybe two or three
Lump of carrot and coal
For our snow-made man

We soon grow bored of him
And climb the great big hill
Sled down the far side
Faster - even faster still!

We stay outside
For what seems like
Five minutes or so
But soon it's time to go

We go running home
The sun getting low
Run inside to the fire
And now we're cold.


Reader's comments

October 06, 2000 - 06:10pm
Tim
I grew up in a family with two sisters and one brother. They all had lots of friends. Everyone was (and is) close and we really had times like these. I had an amazing childhood, happy and very blessed.
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