What a wreck of a week If only I hadn’t taken a peek The ground beneath me feet Noting but sleet You sniffed me around like a hound following me around I tried to run You knocked me down dragged me through the mud Twisted me around looked me in the eye Said today you won’t die you wanted my soul I never felt so cold I would never give my soul to you Truth be told You’re nothing but A dirty old troll
Hi, Abby1963, The ground beneath me feet Nothing but sleet Well, my week was 1.5 feet of snow with 2-foot snow drifts, then cold and sun, then rain and sleet. This morning was covered with a very thick sheet of ice. BUT there was power and, thankfully, no trolls. Thanks for sharing.
Hi Abby. here in the NL there is a saying - you need to sleep with your thoughts and in the morning everything will seem to be different )) nice poem. Re. Lily
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Very nice Sharing.
When Morning is good rest of is good.
Stay Safe
I hope this didn't happen to you in reality.
Trolls instill much fear.
Regards Mick.
The ground beneath me feet
Nothing but sleet
Well, my week was 1.5 feet of snow with 2-foot snow drifts, then cold and sun, then rain and sleet. This morning was covered with a very thick sheet of ice. BUT there was power and, thankfully, no trolls. Thanks for sharing.