<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=442564" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Something About Snow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel them.<br>Cold but warming.<br>Inside my pockets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside my pockets, <br>I play with loose change.<br>While in my mind deciding...<br>Whether to make a snowball, <br>From fresh snow.<br>Or should I go sit in my car...<br>Kept running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember as a child, <br>I would love the snow.<br>I would love to make and throw snowballs.<br>Not thinking of my hands.<br>Or the cold! <br>Or being chased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I take my hands out from my pockets.<br>I feel the heat released by the change! <br>I hide behind a tree.<br>People walking do not see me.<br>I hit one with a snowball.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember as a child, <br>I would love the snow.<br>I would love to make and throw snowballs.<br>Not thinking of my hands.<br>Or the cold! <br>Or being chased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those days have passed.<br>I can not run so fast.<br>Today I drive.<br>Hopefully not to be recognized.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would love to make and throw snowballs.<br>Not thinking of my hands.<br>Or the cold! <br>Or being chased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is something about snow, <br>That leaves an impact!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=442564" data-title="Something About Snow de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="I feel them. Cold but warming. Inside my pockets. Inside my pockets, I play with loose change. While in my mind deciding... Whether to make a snowball, From fresh snow. Or should I go sit in my car... Kept running. I remember as a child, I wo..."></div> </div> </div>

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