Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley
The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Winter is hard to abide
Winter is hard to abide.
It causes my fears to collide.
The flue my lungs slice.
I slip on the ice.
I'm left all alone at Yuletide.
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