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Can't even find the stairs
Snow drifts
snow mounds
snow mountains...
snow here
snow there
it's freaking everywhere
on the roofs
on the roads,
stealing sidewalks
swallowing cars
and eating up parking spaces,
slipping and sliding
falling down
on the ground.
where the freak are the stairs.
snow mounds
snow mountains...
snow here
snow there
it's freaking everywhere
on the roofs
on the roads,
stealing sidewalks
swallowing cars
and eating up parking spaces,
slipping and sliding
falling down
on the ground.
where the freak are the stairs.
Published 31st Jan 2022
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31st Jan 2022 11:40pm
I loved playing in the snow when I was a kid but I would not want to have to deal with it now. Definitely would not like to drive in it. Enjoyed your poem a lot!
1st Feb 2022 00:06am
Winter wonderland. Love it (or leave it?). I find it amazing when people open their front door and find themselves faced with 5 feet of snow...
