I open a can of peanut
feeding myself while i
thinking words to write
I hear heater working
overtime to counter cold
street is quiet no siren
am waiting for snow now
temperature is low enough
low moisture in air, dry
something suck rain clouds
could be love of earth to
want to get wet and bath
maybe you too needs love
I should say, have nice day
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