Acrostic 11. Snow. Poem by Konstantin Ananin

Acrostic 11. Snow.



Say what nonsense your stupid words mean!
‘Neither snow nor frost touches me’.
Oddball! Get out and touch them yourself!
What do you feel? I know what you’ll tell!

Sunday, November 29, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense,acrostic,snow
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