Calgary
Calgary.
Oh, how I love these freezing cold May mornings
The snow is falling, and the sidewalks full of ice
Where budding trees and early birds think, “holy shit"
Heroic little plants wanting to say good morning
Are crushed by heavy snow as thank for bravery
I sit behind my desk and wear my parka
The heater is on strike, the winter was too long
My feet feel dead or are they frozen solid?
My name is Beatrice and I’m so glad it’s spring.
Roelie T. Kuilder
Oh, how I love these freezing cold May mornings
The snow is falling, and the sidewalks full of ice
Where budding trees and early birds think, “holy shit"
Heroic little plants wanting to say good morning
Are crushed by heavy snow as thank for bravery
I sit behind my desk and wear my parka
The heater is on strike, the winter was too long
My feet feel dead or are they frozen solid?
My name is Beatrice and I’m so glad it’s spring.
Roelie T. Kuilder
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| Auteur: Roelie Kuilder | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 mei 2003 | ||
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