once more

Once more of the white fluffy, Slowly drifts to the Earth, In my sixty-five years this is the longest storm, March approaches, At eight in the morning, The eyes of March, Upon the 10th day, Ky age changes, Briefly I become, A whiter wolf, For sixty-sid snows will have come and gone, I don’t carryContinue reading “once more”

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