WINTER NIGHT BY ANN WOOD
It's a winter evening, it's cold and dark outside.People are in a hurry to get home.
I'm waiting at the bus stop for my bus to come and go home, where it's warm after a long day of lectures.
The winter evening is cold and long, but I'm back in my little apartment, where it's warm and cozy.
I love winter, but not the cold weather.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2024-12-12 at 12:23
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