1130 Miles
Saturday, January 21, 2012
#3 Journey With
For when the snow stills, it turns to rain
And see, the metal foot rest is not entirely tarnished yet
We are moving slowly even though the seat's fallen in
And the animals are all sleeping in a nuzzle of a team
Nowhere to be seen.
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