Snow Blind
close the door
turn the heat up high
you'll still be cold
it's minus thirty-five
the wind is blowing
the snows up to the knee
put on your coat
your still going to freeze
the snows is falling
it hard to breathe
we call it a blizzard
it's getting hard to see
in the morning
you can see your breath
grab your shovel to
clean mother natures gift
a clean sheet of white
reflecting the midday's sun
as you step inside
you realize your...
snow blind
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2009
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