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“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
Lurking, hiding
Trying to fit in
The little lamp post
Who almost
Tag Archives: snow
Last Of Snow Days? (six)
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“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
A winter scene
Quite serene
All in white
Black and white
What is missing?
Maybe,
A touch of green?
Last Of Snow Days? (eight)
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“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow?
“Through the woods and into Grandmother’s house we go,
Walking is very, very, slow,
Oh, there is so much snow!
The hard wind blows,
Cheeks are starting to glow,
In the colour, of a tomato,
But toe, to toe
We all step in a row,
Wishing soon, to be in front of a stow!”
Last Of Snow Days? (three)
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“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
A wooden divider
The sole provider
Of shelter
For the stormy weather
Snow Day in March (one)
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“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snow Day in March
It was supposed to be a sunny day in spring
But as the clock struck with a loud ding
The snowflakes started to sing
Down, down it poured
The drains started to roar
My eyes started to sore
Was it tears or the snow fall?
Oh, March, why art thou such a bore!
Snow Day in March (two)
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“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snow Day in March
Flakey snowflakes,
The earth did shake
But oh, what total fakes
When onto the ground they lay
For a while did they stay
But much to someone’s dismay
The flakey flakes
Slowly faded away
A Trip To Helsinki City (four)
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“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”
A Trip To Helsinki City
Yes, you know who they are! Welcome to Hell-sinki!
A Trip To Helsinki City (three)
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“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”
A Trip To Helsinki City
These Finns talk in funny accents and drink lots of coffee.
They drive like nuts, because rally is in their bloods.
They sit naked in the middle of freezing cold in a lake or a pond.
In return, they have this dark small lodge, called the Sauna,
where they sit naked in a hundred degree heat.
Then later in July, when the sun comes out once a year, the complain about a twenty degree heat.
continued in part four
A Trip To Helsinki City (two)
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“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”
A Trip To Helsinki City
The place where all Finns dress in jumpsuits all year long and polar bears roam the streets.
Penguins and other arctic dwellers are as familiar house pets as a cat or a dog.
continued in part three
A Trip To Helsinki City (one)
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“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”
A Trip To Helsinki City
Helsinki, the little town in the middle of nowhere, called Finland. You may have heard of it?
continued in part two
Rantings Of A Third Kind 