Dec 9, 2018
2 min read
Snowpacalypse!
winter terror in the Goldilocks zone
There’s a reason James Taylor left only to find
Carolina, ‘cross distance, still firmly in mind.
Her seasons like clockwork parade by in time
to rhythms predictable as this here rhyme.
One thing though, not mentioned in song is the dread,
That Southern folks fear: they might…
