March clouds Windy wisps On a blue sky Will you sprinkle a soft white glow? Or are you really going to bury us in snow? — About the
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March clouds Windy wisps On a blue sky Will you sprinkle a soft white glow? Or are you really going to bury us in snow? — About the
A ready embrace 100 mile smile Sighs to me Run, and Be Free — About the poem: That’s what it feels like living here, where the front range