Winter's Here
By TractorMan
The cold wind blows Over the grassy plain The snow pelts everything Like freeze-dried grain The clouds are low To barren, frozen ground Passing by as if racing To places and parts unknown Cozy by the fire we snuggle In our warm prairie home Listening to the lonely winds Passing by with howls and moans Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 12:43 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The cold wind blows..."