A Consultation with The WindA Poem by Stu. T.H.Oh, dear ... Why must you--
The Wind whispered into my ears,
As my cheeks reddened, I felt tears, Then I turned back to her to say, "Why the bloody heck is it so cold today!?" - Stu. T.H. whose fingers are rigid (November 27, 2023)
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