Critique Welcomed Through sleet

Ivar Dahl-Larsen

Well-Known Member
and snow I go, to the post office you know, as much as I like the fluffy kind of cotton settling on the ground, there are some times I frown, as I mush through this ordeal as I think of home and feel, I'll be back soon to enjoy, the warmness from the my cozy wooden walls and the fire from the furnace. As I at last can relax in earnest in my laid back armchair. And not a living soul shall get me out of there.
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