April showers of my youth, Many fragrent May flowers bloomed, The showers tonight are supposed to incure, A tingle in the May festivities, For we in northern Iowa shall literately be freezing! It will be that devil himself , Jack nipping at your nose, Still blissfully, I hope flowers will florish, Come next Monday, WhenContinue reading “Freezing”
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Val Whitewolf 