A cold day.
Image by Wonderlane via Flickr
The snow had been falling the vagrant arose,
He walked to the town and into a street,
A howling gale blew from the depths of hell,
And shadows in waves passed over wheat,
So down he sat in a lonley place,
And sung a song very loud and sweet,
It made a wild goose stop on the lake,
A robin flew and landed at his feet.
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