Revised a bit

March Blizzard 09 There’s an arctic knife cuttin’ ‘cross the snowdrifts scattered ‘round slicin’ a few flakes loose to blow ‘fore they slither to the ground that knife wind cuts into my cheek where my beard don’t cover skin my eyes are shutter’d about halfmast but my mouth has got a grin this March blizzardContinue reading “Revised a bit”