Tuesday Haikusday: The Snow

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Today, I have decided to wax poetic about the snow or lack thereof.
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Hey snow, where are you?
I like watching through the glass
As you stop traffic.
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Floating down softly
seesawing through the crisp air
Touching down, lightly.
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You make the streets slick
Drivers are swearing while I
Relax and groom fur.
Love,
Crepes.
PS. I’m taking suggestions for next week’s Tuesday Haikusday topic. What’chu got?

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