They're coming.

They're coming. The snowflakes.

The windfall of love.

Sign here...for winter.

The winter man is coming.

But where is he?

Peace and guns, love and puns.

By cowboy joe.

I made this poetry. I don't like it because it makes me scared. I imagine some hippie with bell bottoms is reading this at a cafe. They might be carrying a nightstick, they also might not be. I'm so worried about the winter man coming. Does he have a cool coat or an old coat? Anyways, I should probably go now. I'm getting really scared.