"And I Can't Sing the Blues Any More..."

To-day we were iced in. Everything was covered, the roads were useless, the trees were silver. We made cheese and I read aloud and packed my things and cut up Christmas cards for art.

I also have decided it is time for another issue of Don't You Wish You'd Written That? (Love Poem Edition). So, without further ado, poems you wish you'd written, volume three:

( I Don't Know No Love Songs... )