Hurry Back
By TractorMan
A biting wind rips Through the trees outside Darkened gray clouds Fill a November sky Leaves long since dead Swirl around in dance I stare at them blankly Languishing in stupored trance Our house though warm Cannot my sorrow hide You are gone No longer by my side Yeah, it’s cold out there I have a hunger you can feel Please hurry back from MacDonald’s With my cheeseburger Happy MealI'm sorry... my 'angst' factor is pretty low... lol... Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 02:07 AM PST 0 • 14
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"A biting wind rips..."