my crocuses are frozen
my hyacinths are wilted
my snow drops are still hiding
and my tulips all are stilted
my lawn is buried deeply
my door bell doesn't ring
all of these together are
signs of Canadian spring
lawn all ripped to ratshit
flyers frozen to the fence
*** holes every fifty feet
student residences to rent
icicles on my eavestrough
and the damage that they bring
all of these together are
signs of a Canadian spring.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
my crocuses are frozen
my hyacinths are wilted
my snow drops are still hiding
and my tulips all are stilted
my lawn is buried deeply
my door bell doesn't ring
all of these together are
signs of Canadian spring
lawn all ripped to ratshit
flyers frozen to the fence
*** holes every fifty feet
student residences to rent
icicles on my eavestrough
and the damage that they bring
all of these together are
signs of a Canadian spring.
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