White Birch
White-covered ground.
Frozen all around.
Twenty feet tall white birch trees.
The only snow I see all around.
Yes, that's where he took me.
I begged as he said get down.
Get down on your knees.
I said please, I'm begging you, please.
He said I'm doing it to you.
What they done to me.
There I lay watching my spirit fly away.
As he just walked away.
Watching Fargo
11/ 23 / 2015 Monday 10: 55pm
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2015
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