a snowblower
spreading snowseeds
on the old snowbank
The Wheel
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Were their lives prearranged, I wonder? But how might that be possible? I
may or may not fear the truth. Actually, I don't feel much of anything at
all....
13 hours ago
2 comments:
lot of 'snow' words there
much love
gillena
Once upon a time I wrote a poem filled with snow:
From Tikkanen "Huoneessa, jossa on ovi", 1967. (A Room with a Door)
page 20:
The street is filled with new white snow
new-snowed snow
snow snow snow
snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow
snow snow snow snow snow
so much snow
so that the bus #14 does not make any sound.
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