Stuck like glue on the windshield of my car,
A menace to society,
And the first love of children.
The snowflakes will bury my car.
It’s bittersweet,
Knowing a new season has come.
But the scraping of the plow shows me that the thought is dumb.
The Terrier Times • May 12, 2025 • https://wshsterriertimes.org/813/terrier-tales-and-more/white-concrete/
Stuck like glue on the windshield of my car,
A menace to society,
And the first love of children.
The snowflakes will bury my car.
It’s bittersweet,
Knowing a new season has come.
But the scraping of the plow shows me that the thought is dumb.