Tuesday, September 21, 2004

like talking to a brick wall

the house is cold
the heat is on
the wind won't stop
the birds are screaming
just as if they know.

shh, hush, be quiet now
i've turned down the blanket
lit the fire
the screen's on low
it's barely there
a steaming cup to go.

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