One of these days, I shall
Simply lay down supine,
Hands and legs will flail,
Make myself an angel divine.
All the many inches of me,
Impressioned in the snowy terrain,
Back and forth thus I will be,
Until a freeze hits my brain.
A childhood game, commonly
A little too old, am I?
Am I too ungainly?
I wonder, thoughtful and wry.
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