it starts to snow.
you start to cry.
you slip on your boots,
your gloves
your hat, you grip
your worn
metal shovel, dented
from the ice
of this long winter,
you go outside.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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