
Teeth of winter
don’t bite
so cold
so harsh
so alone
in my fine fanged funk.
Drip drip
Toward spring
and bring
green sprouts
on the trees
Again
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Stories in pictures & prose
Teeth of winter
don’t bite
so cold
so harsh
so alone
in my fine fanged funk.
Drip drip
Toward spring
and bring
green sprouts
on the trees
Again
Categories: Uncategorized
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