maybe again today? (haiku)
winter of my youth
throwing iceballs at the plow
defending snow days
I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards. I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
winter of my youth
throwing iceballs at the plow
defending snow days
Labels: haiku
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Snowflakes, delicate,
drifting through flinty gray skies.
Work today? Of course.
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