I arrive back home. I’m anxious for oatmeal, Hot coffee, And a tissue For my nose, runny From the chilly air. I appreciate Both sides of the walls, Especially as winter Quickly approaches.
A Walk Pt. 4
Sara's Original Poems
Sara's Original Poems
I arrive back home. I’m anxious for oatmeal, Hot coffee, And a tissue For my nose, runny From the chilly air. I appreciate Both sides of the walls, Especially as winter Quickly approaches.
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