Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for March 23, 2017
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Transcript:
winter haikus in the empty space immortal beneath the soot parking lot snow pile. jello from a mold wet sand from an upturned pail laughable hat hair. muffled scream if i hear that phrase "mass of arctic air" once more i think i will scream. kid 1: whine whine whine whine whine adults are like, so wimpy kid 2: snow days suit me fine.
Snow days? Not in south Texas. Rains we get, drenching down pours.