Winter feels like scorn
Spring a distant legend
By the fire I shall warm
Until brighter suns do beckon
If none come
It’s the end I reckon
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Going down rabbit holes online inelegantly.
Winter feels like scorn
Spring a distant legend
By the fire I shall warm
Until brighter suns do beckon
If none come
It’s the end I reckon
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Thanks for the laugh
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Fabulous first line! It’s that stepping out the door of a morning.
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