A Country Singer In Winter

Whose Woods these are I think have Snow
     The Willow's bent as well it would.
     A squirrel is giving itself a Shake
     To lose the damn flake mistake. . .

     My Horse and Dog can see me here
     To chose between them when both are dear.
     My Girlfriend gave a sad head shake.
     So I head out to these Woods.
     But it's Cold though. . .
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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