Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Poem for Old Man Winter

2 months to go until spring is here
My bikes are frozen while the tires lose air
2 months till the roads are inviting
Old man winter has a tight grip
California has never met your old face
Our blood is cold but just 2 months to go
If I had my way, I would rip your cold dead heart out through your knee caps and kick your old head in.

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