Feb 2017
Nothing to do
It is Sunday
I have run out of
Fire-wood
The House
Is unfriendly
In a bad mood
It is raining
Waiting for it to stop
I will never
Be happy again
It is Sunday
I have run out of
Fire-wood
The House
Is unfriendly
In a bad mood
It is raining
Waiting for it to stop
I will never
Be happy again
