A Blustery Day
A glass of milk
A rush of breeze
A shiver ensues
With bitter release
...That's what happens when you happen to be in the path of a draught while drinking cold milk. ^__^'' Bitter releases.. what can I say. I'm darned bored!!
'All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them' John Fowles
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