Poems from snowanglqueen

snow comes downe o so wite it gloes like lhit on the roof and on the grand this is where the white snow tuches the grond this is the sond...
to day was the warst my death in deart its like i sank to the boothem of the sae like no won kird about me  if i was a dog how droded in a...
wake up it time for coffee go to work it time for coffee get fierd it time for coffee go home it time for coffee  but suglr OVER LODE