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Written by Drew
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Thursday, 07 January 2010 00:00 |
There's white stuff everywhere
Clad tightly to the ground
Time to get my thermals on
And then venture into town.
Drudging through slush
Slip sliding on ice
Frozen to the bone
Thinking "Isn't this nice!" |
My clothes are soaked through
I can feel every breeze pass
My boots have no grip left
So I'm back down on my ass OK, That's it! I've had enough!
of this ultra white, bright, cold, crystalline fluff
I'm bruised black and blue
I think I caught flu
My skins turned to cabbage
And I still have shopping to do! |
Morning Snow
Getting Heavy
Cool Gardens
Full Pitcher Island
Ashperton Road
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Last Updated on Saturday, 16 January 2010 16:12 |