Its not so bad as long as I'm not riding on the side against the wind
Getting tired of winter, first time in years I haven't really enjoyed it
A poem
from the moment we met,
the pond was so very wet
we threw rocks and frolicked and played
drinking our smirnoffs and troubles away
like a suit at zara, fred got mara'd
we took you under our wing,
you were our summer fling
for such a little tree, you were so sublime
how you miss you... Tein.
20XX-2010