A Wheel BarrowFebruary 2, 2022/0 Comments/in 2022 Poems, General/by SandyA Wheel Barrow The wind hollows— the snow drifts piled high. I set out—a wheel barrow in tow, colored flowers filled its trough. For a moment, I could smell the fragrant flowers… as snowflakes tickled my nose. https://onesingledrop.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/new-logo-1.png 0 0 Sandy https://onesingledrop.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/new-logo-1.png Sandy2022-02-02 15:25:022022-02-02 15:25:02A Wheel Barrow
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