There’s a face
peeks out from a parka
Snow day
Crossing street
Side glance, sees me, smiles shyly
Then
Head down,
Mukluk trudge
I wonder to where,
and assign a word
Angelic.
I’ve been seen
There’s a face
peeks out from a parka
Snow day
Crossing street
Side glance, sees me, smiles shyly
Then
Head down,
Mukluk trudge
I wonder to where,
and assign a word
Angelic.
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