Cabin Fever
Sitting here, nice and warm
I watch them fall, like a swarm.
Tiny fragments billowing down
It's just mother nature, polishing her crown.
I sit here all locked up tight
as the wind blows with all it's might.
Wishing I could go
out through the snow.
I have to get away.
I can't stay another day.
When will this storm quit?
I guess I'll keep the candles lit.
And the home fire burning.
Until then I will keep yearning...
TO DIG OUT!
Okay, corny I know. So I don't rhyme for s..t. Thanks for reading.
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