19h
The snow melts,
Trickles onto the roads,
Freezes into ice,
Right at my shoes.
And the water rolling off the roofs,
Forms spiked icicles,
Falling from the ledges,
Stabs my arm.
Trickles onto the roads,
Freezes into ice,
Right at my shoes.
And the water rolling off the roofs,
Forms spiked icicles,
Falling from the ledges,
Stabs my arm.
"Inches of snow is better than a light layer of ice."
-The man who slipped on the sidewalk.
-The man who slipped on the sidewalk.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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