So rim thought I would wish a good morning to you.
So Good morning.
And now...for some poetry o_O
Like little hungry birds
This cold picks at my toes.
The freezing viens flow through me
Making the warmth I felt fall or hide
In the wake of its unpredictable torrents.
The aches of my travels
Are my scars and she man see that.
But she just watches as I freeze my pain.
A cold winter is coming. And in the spring...
My warmth my have gone out.
Damn..that is one depressive poem. That's what I get for writing this early in the cold mornings of post Sandy NYC. : p
Time for some comic gold!!!
~The Silly Wanderer~
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