Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for September 07, 2016

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winter haikus in the empty space immortal beneath the soot parking lot snow pile jello from a mold wet sand from an upturned pail laughable hat hair man: (muffled scream) agh! if i hear that phrase "mass of arctic air" once more i think i will scream kid #1: whine whine whine whine whine adults are like, so wimpy kid #2: snow days suit me fine.