Without Parallel
January in Canada is like a frozen carousel
Snow up to our bum bums and frigid as hell
Someone's lost the script
We're caught in the grip
Of the mildest weather that's without parallel
© Jack Ellison 2016
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016
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