I love someone who throws snow balls. She holds them dear, snow balls, and all she knows of snow ball holding goes into this, and into her throws of love, without gloves on hand. Frost bit, we sit. Snowy Evening planned.
Post by c***@gmail.com http://youtu.be/hfOxdZfo0gs Stopping by woods on a snowy evening Robert Frost reading one of his poems Frost is chillin good...………...