Comments about Autumn Pritchard
When ever I see
It is a cold winter day
And I am without a jacket on the playground just a girl two years younger
Having a conversation with a friend, while shivering
But still smiling.
It was so cold I could see my breath, drops condensing
on the cold metal bars of the swing set.
Me and my friend are still talking, but then he
He hands me his blue hoodie as I hold it like a goody
And wrap it around myself with us both smiling as we continue to talk.
But that's not ...