Sunday, December 21, 2008

Snow.... (poem)

There is snow,
Everywhere I go,

I am bold,
To go out into the cold

It's too cold too roam,
better to head straight home

So, I can drink something hot,
as cold beverages, I'd rather not.

Tonight I will go schluffy
In PJ's extra warm and fluffy.

Perhaps, I will write again tomorrow,
The end of the poem is a sorrow.

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