Geese tread icy waters.
They don’t shiver,
But I think they’re cold.
Their little brains cannot plumb
Man’s artifice.
But neither can Man.
Lunchtime Poetry
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Geese tread icy waters.
They don’t shiver,
But I think they’re cold.
Their little brains cannot plumb
Man’s artifice.
But neither can Man.