Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for September 04, 2017

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winter haikus in the empty space immortal beneath the soot parking lot snow pile. jello from a mold wet sand from an upturned pail laughable hat hair. 10 0 10 muffled scream if i hear that phrase "mass of arctic air" once more i think i will scream. kid 1: whine whine whine whine whine adults are like, so wimpy kid 2: snow days suit me fine.