| Our old house — Jefferson — when the old church rings — 3:30
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| Jen & I went out right after school
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| In the snow — bundled warmly
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| Out to our hill to build the jump
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| With bales of hay & icy water
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| Todder’s ready, with mini toboggan
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| A fearless little man, with mini toboggan
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| He plops to his belly — in the snow — & he goes
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| Evel Knievel had nothing on him
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| 20 or more times into the cold blue sky, he goes
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| «Do it again! |
| Do it again!» |
| Todder gathers scattered limbs
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| & scoots to the top of the hill again
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| To challenge all our icy dreams
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| Home in a crystal winter kingdom
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| Home in the country’s finest farmland
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| Two brothers & a sister we could fly
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| Sunset orange through skeleton trees
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| Brittle fingers & breath that steams
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| A silent winter sky — that slowly dies
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| & three stumble home — tired & cold
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| Ice upon ice
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| Skeletrees
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| Rosey cheeks
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| & dreams
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| When the school bus finally brings us home
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| Bundled warmly — in the drifts of snow |