as that red-shirted bear, winnie the pooh, would say
cheeks turn red from the whipping wind
white covered ground makes me want to sleep in
--meg
i just sprinted to a ridgewood train!
My heart is racing
My toes are cold
Is this what it feels like
When people grow old
I'm mirroring my Saturday self
I'm bundled up like a medium elf
I'm such a brat and it's not cool
It's days like this that i miss school
--low
