the cold
keeps you home near
the tea kettle,
blanket and stove.
you sneeze, you cough,
you blow.
hard to be cheery when
deep into
these woods,
knee deep in a
drift of snow.
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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