This is absolutely priceless in its raw honesty and perfect haiku-level brevity.
Your lines crackle with that familiar, exasperated humor we all feel when the weather decides to ruin our plans just because it can. It’s blunt, it’s cathartic, and it captures a universal winter emotion with poetic punch.
Inside the Red Head's Head 
This is absolutely priceless in its raw honesty and perfect haiku-level brevity.
Your lines crackle with that familiar, exasperated humor we all feel when the weather decides to ruin our plans just because it can. It’s blunt, it’s cathartic, and it captures a universal winter emotion with poetic punch.
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