WINTER MEMORIES


In winter,

when I was a lad,

about the age of ten,

I could hardly wait,

for the school bell to ring,

so I could get my skates,

and go to the ice pond again.

There my friends,

would pick sides,

and choose an end,

and we play hockey as long as,

we could see the puck,

and score again.

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