Inside my thoughts, snow outside now, on the ground
Children three young girls making snow angels there
Outdoors the snow stopped and them pushing it off in
Sweeps with gloved hands onto the asphalt on our sac
Yeah, you have one? The cul the de the sac! I hear them
The voices turned up like on the radio the AM the FM
As in the old days pure enjoyment they create with their
Fresh and their full of joyous youth so raw and pure and
Theirs, not ours, not scripted, not computer artificial pro
Grammed , just theirs, them and their unique intelligence
Feeding of the others, they are three, they are free, they
Are outside now in the snow making lifetime memories
Whee whee whee whee free to be themselves, us to see
Us to fill full of joy in their purest expressions of youthful
Joy and cheer and wow, whee, gosh, geese Louise, oh boy!
Not Barbies not boys, but three real girls , three real treasures
To now enjoy the wonders, the weathers, the measures alive!
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