By Thomas Page
Poets of this form
Loved the call of the cuckoo
“Hototogisu”
Shoveling my yard
Full of snow, heaving at the
Product of winter
I’ve never seen a
White Christmas but it seems that
It is not needed
By Thomas Page
Poets of this form
Loved the call of the cuckoo
“Hototogisu”
Shoveling my yard
Full of snow, heaving at the
Product of winter
I’ve never seen a
White Christmas but it seems that
It is not needed