January is the cruellest month of a
January is the cruellest month of all
Really, no discussion possible
Looking out the window
Seeing it stopped snowing
Hear the wind blow
Hear how it's raining
And when there is a sunny day
You will find me working
So, she took away my only chance to play,
By saying:"Write a poem for Thursday".
Really, no discussion possible
Looking out the window
Seeing it stopped snowing
Hear the wind blow
Hear how it's raining
And when there is a sunny day
You will find me working
So, she took away my only chance to play,
By saying:"Write a poem for Thursday".
Reacties op dit gedicht
| ruben vandenplas: | Zaterdag, januari 24, 2004 20:08 |
| ik vind het wel schoon geschreven maar de inhoud ontbreekt!!! werk hieraan rikkie!!! :p urs truly prutske |
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| Rik07: | Dinsdag, januari 20, 2004 19:14 |
