You wake up with your dog's ass in your face, hugging your pillow. You pray for snow, but then again, you know this is a desert and it ain't gonna be snowing anytime soon. At least there's a full moon.
(note from the writer: i feel the need to say that a day [actually 7.5 hours] after writing this it snowed! a poem concerning that to follow)
(note from the writer: i feel the need to say that a day [actually 7.5 hours] after writing this it snowed! a poem concerning that to follow)
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