snow

I catch a snowflake on my tongue. 
It tastes sweet but sour. 
the snowflake slowly melts, numbing my tongue.
I run around catching more snowflakes.
Then Wham! I get hit with snow.
I shiver when it goes down my back. 
I get up then throw a snowball at my friends, "Game On" I cry.
I love snowdays.
 
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golden_eagle

VT

18 years old

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