The poet can find beauty in nature, in the woods and in the snow.
But should the poet stop by my house on a snowy day, they will find that there are no other places left for them to go, because they won't be able to get out of my driveway.
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3 comments:
LOL the battle rages on!
Rage, rage against the falling of the snow!
So true Tman. In the land of Clinton, the snow never stops.
My favorite poem turned into a wannabe Haiku! Nice photo for a cell phone!
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