As a child I was soft.
And I spent my time aloft
The Michigan snow
Looking down, about it
Swimming in her icy wind
Innocent then, I headed down
The frostiest road, (unknowingly)
Listening to Amira unfold
Her cruel and caustic opinions, bold
Upon my beaten little brain.
What a conniving killer Michigan can be.
Distraught in how she sees me,
Amira knocked me off my feet!
So I fell below, burrowing into the snow.
Who was always more loving, than
My dear aunt, Amira (could know).
Feb 6, 2023
Feb 6, 2023 at 3:01 PM UTC
As a child I was soft.
And I spent my time aloft
The Michigan snow
Looking down, about it
Swimming in her icy wind
Innocent then, I headed down
The frostiest road, (unknowingly)
Listening to Amira unfold
Her cruel and caustic opinions, bold
Upon my beaten little brain.
What a conniving killer Michigan can be.
Distraught in how she sees me,
Amira knocked me off my feet!
So I fell below, burrowing into the snow.
Who was always more loving, than
My dear aunt, Amira (could know).
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