Like Later
LIKE LATER
Zero
Wind chill
Hear the wind
How it whistles
And I in my bed
Pulling the covers tight
I think of brewing coffee
The image of that steaming cup
Then I see ice caked on my window
Glance at my wife asleep and snuggle-up
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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