yup. winter. finallly here. woot. thus starts the season we in minnesota like to call, "frozen hell". Yessir, it's gonna satan's winter playground here this year, as it is every year, sooooooooo, i figure, why not start it all off with a little on the spot poem-ising.
The air it bites
The ground goes white, and the sky begins to fall.
And all around the fangs of winter start growing, from the wall.
And in the night
comes the snow's old fight, with the shovel with which we maul.
so hold on tight, compatriots, Miss winter is coming for y'all.
Now for all those of you who are lucky enough to have heated driveways.... well you're a lucky bunch of bastards arent you? ^u^; hopefully i'll have one of those once i have a house. That, or i'll move somewhere where the entire state lacks the capabillity to become a goddamned ice rink. So hold onto your game controllers people, and make sure you have warm beverages on hand. Comes Winter, and all his Friends. And MAN can they be an ornery bunch.
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