The sky is the color of cardboard,
and everything else is dark.
The bright street lights shine down upon us,
Showing each snowflake falling.
The icy fingers of winter come.
Their hands reach out to us all,
and yet again reclaiming their rule.
It is winter in April.
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On Tuesday, every school district in the area had a snow day. Every school but one. Try and guess who didn't have school.
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Poetry
PoetryA bunch of poems that I have written. As you read more of the poems, the style changes as I change. This is a time capsule for my poetry.
