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I remember the snows of my childhood  

The blue smoking chimneys of the tiny cottages  

The cystal lake frozen over  

The skeletal trees glistening with ice  

The icicles dancing beneath the wire  

I remember pink cheeks and frozen hands  

The snowman surrounded by laughing children  

Now--as the snow hits my face  

I am again five years old