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Hunkered in the snow,
the frozen laughter of little birds
drips grayly from their beaks,
chirping remembrance of a far,
warm spring.


I can seriously relate to that. Poetry about pancakes, winter birds, Cole Porter's car, and waiting for molasses. How could I not love it?

 
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bkshs | Feb 14, 2015 |