Long and cold winters and unoccupied idle minds,
staring at the stark fold of nothingness mangles
and depletes the boredom. Where do the hours
go without
Long and cold winters and unoccupied idle minds,
staring at the stark fold of nothingness mangles
and depletes the boredom. Where do the hours
go without
We were so poor growing up that instead of having sweet potato pie, we had carrot pie.