A facebook friend posted a short, one-verse poem about snow being cleared, so I felt the need to post my OWN poem. I did, and I'll copy it here:
My husband cooked my dinner,
And my father cleared my drive.
Forget the snow, forget the cold
It's great to be alive!
My house is warm, the family safe,
My job keeps bills at bay,
I swear I'd never want to
Have it any other way.
4 comments:
good poem!
Tis genetic.
Still, it'd be nicer in a desert climate.
LOVE this. Awesome.
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