Things are moving fast.
Time waits for no one.
The sled flies down the hill.
The bump was waiting.
The rest of the way down is rolling away.
The snow filled day keeps us laughing
As we clean the snow out of our eyes.
Things are moving fast.
Time waits for no one.
The sled flies down the hill.
The bump was waiting.
The rest of the way down is rolling away.
The snow filled day keeps us laughing
As we clean the snow out of our eyes.
Saturn's Premier Poet 