BUSYBODY
The snow is falling like nobody’s business—
So why am I writing about it?
It pirouettes beyond control,
Insistently whispering against my window pane:
Why don’t you just
leave well enough alone?
Why can’t you just let
snow be snow?
WORLD WAR II The names of states were carved in stone around The wall of the Memorial, where posed Beneat...
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