After The Thunder

After The Thunder

 

Can you imagine the snow that falls so muffled and weak

Is begging for rest from your horrible stomping feet?

That as you dance and run and take pictures

Its throat is sore from screaming for mercy?

 

You swine.

 

-Arlo R.

 

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