Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Yesterday when I opened the living room blinds to say good morning to Earl, all that was left was a small mound of snow. FiG said, "Snowman, Earl." Then, "Snowman, dirt." Yes baby, Snowman Earl is dirt. Flakes to flakes, drops to drops, they all melt away. Maybe when it snows again Earl's cousin Pearl will drop by.
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