I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
3 comments:
"No accumulation." -- Yesterday's forecast.
"1 to 5 inches of wet slushy snow on the roads -- these hill streets are closed." -- 11pm news last night.
Dr. Phil
Yuck.
Dr. Phil, yeah, we got the same. Three inches of non-accumulation.
Elizabeth, but it's pretty.
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