white petals didn't drop
it grows on my windshield
i have to scrape to see
i have my black bonnet
to keep my ears from cold
gloves makes discomfort
i would like to use spray
it leaves sticky residue
i opted to manual labor
also keeps blood pumping
clear sky promise of sun
this day will be good one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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