The words “wintry mix”
promise sparkle and magic
but deliver mud.


  1. Ancient Music–Pound
    Winter is icumin in.
    Lhude sing Goddamn,

    Raineth drop and stain
    eth slop, And how the wind doth
    ramm! Sing; Goddamn. Skid

    deth bus and sloppeth
    us, An ague hath my ham
    Freezeth river, turneth

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