Terrible Poem: Bleak Mid-Winter❄️😴 (humor)

Peregrine Arc: An Author's Scratchwork's avatarA.R. Clayton

Let There Be Light

I don’t mind the cold or that white stuff they call snow
What I mind is the lack of light, if it’s forty days in a row.
Something kicks in, some hibernational urge
And I find myself laying in bed
Snoring a symphonic dirge

– A.R. Clayton


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