Out along a snow-flecked street,

Two giggling girls I chanced to meet;

In play that saw them free from care,

Their breath like smoke upon the air.

Face to face with hands locked fast

They jumped for joy as I walked past.

Bobbing to a silent rhyme,

Taking turns in perfect time.

I've said goodbye to sixty five,

But the youth within me came alive,

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