snowed in

i should be outside rolling around in the snow before it stops, while the flake-filled winds still blow and the temperature falls and the drifts like white waves grow packing more poems than i'd ever have time to throw i should be outside rolling around in the snow out in the blizzard, that's where i want to go they give me some snow job response that really means no if i do as i'm told, yeah right, like some quid pro quo they've not plowed my head, so to speak, so the traffic is slow staring at the white outside through its frosted window i should be outside rolling around in the snow but i've always been good at getting along as though i've always been good at getting along as though

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