| Snow Angel such a Smooth blanket Never t o be again, nOt after I jump on it, back first, and swing my arms and legs, Washing away all that is beneath me. i've worked my way almost to the grass. And now how do i get up? Not wanting to smudge my beautiful artwork, my friend stands over me, by the anGel's legs, and pulls me up. i look d o w n a t i t a n d i l i k e i t s o m u c h t h a t i decide to do it again. almost Every fresh patch of snow is taken after an exhaustive search i finally find a place and decide: we should make m o r e r o o m f o r a n g e L s. o f e v e r y k i n d |