Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for April 01, 2019

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Winter Haikus In the empty space Immortal beneath the set Parking lot snow pile. -10 0 10 Muffled scream Agh Jello from a mold Wet sand from an upturned pail Laughable hat here. If I hear that phrase Mass of Arctic Air once more I think I will scream. Whine whine whine whine whine Adults are like, so wimpy Snow days suit me fine.