Let’s end the last official fall month with this short little thing.
I had to make some sort of commentary on this neat thing I went to.
Another one of those poems that came to me during the day.
Ah, those first snowflakes. So nice, so bad.
Something directed not just to myself, but to everyone else who is not entirely neurotypical and down on their luck.
Posted when this month is reaching its end.
Some poetry abut something I do not like all that much. 😛