storm is over. no more flakes falling,
but it's cold. take your choice, drive or ride.
here to there may be easy if car can get out.
soup and bread sounds right for today
and looking out over white, distant fields ...
sounds like i can hope for.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
storm is over. no more flakes falling,
but it's cold. take your choice, drive or ride.
here to there may be easy if car can get out.
soup and bread sounds right for today
and looking out over white, distant fields ...
sounds like i can hope for.
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