As Darlene Love would say, "Those are marshmallow clouds being friendly in the arms of the evergreen trees." Except in today's version the sun isn't red like a pumpkin head. Nope, there is not one iota of sunshine to be found in the the miles of colorless skies around here.
It's a monochrome world in the winter
When the sun can no longer be found
It's a toneless time, for my gray-filled rhyme
I brace for it all year round
When the sun can no longer be found
It's a toneless time, for my gray-filled rhyme
I brace for it all year round
But it sure beats rain!
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I am SO TIRED OF WINTER. I shake my fist at Mother Nature. And scream obscenities. Then I have to apologize, because we (collectively) aren't exactly nice to her.
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