Balls of snow and ice, formed with care
Explode unexpectedly as they fly through the air
Bundled up children running and rolling
Behind trees and snowdrifts, passerby strolling
Through a danger zone and completely unaware
A shock and spatter of snow shoots through air
Finds the one opening in between the layers
Whooping, laughing, the small and young players
Run away, proud that they never missed
The shivering businessman behind them, shaking his fist.
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