Mittens

Member since 2003 · Posted 14 Dec 2003 · 2 comments

When they turn, they'll fall That's when smoke will rise up from my fire As I burn them in piles Leaving ashes For my children to stare at and mourn There is nothing else to rake My yard is empty Ready for grass to grow Nothing but the little mittens chasing me Remind me that there are always more

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[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> 14-Dec-03/5:31 PM Reply

Also, really really good. 10

[n/a] <~> 10-Jan-06/8:53 AM Reply

when mittens turn, they fall? the title into the first line misleads me. i know what you are talking about, i just don't like the stretch.