its cold out, I lay upon my bed curled up in a blanket with a nice warm cup of hot coco , my mother calls my name, "coming" I yell. "how may I please you" I laugh "honey im going out to get some milk and eggs I will be back in half an hour, try not to burn down the house when im gone, an watch for your brother he should be home in a bit" "Im sure ill find that hard to do in this weather" I look out at the snow finding its way to the ground. my brother, Tomes Leatherine, he's coming home to day from Alabama visiting our recently largely wealthy great aunts and uncles.
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Poetrythis is basically a whole bunch of poems and some little stories but I have some great poems and some lesser ones and I mixed them up so if you give up half way through you will never know what you may be missing out on
