Cabin Fever

The fire’s brightly glowin., but the damned old wind is blowin’, The snow is comin’ down, Coverin’ up the ground. The Flivver won’t turn over, I’m stuck in here with Rover. The window’s frosted up, Durn near froze my cup. The highway ain’t been plowed, The sun’s behind a cloud. The river’s done been froze,Continue reading “Cabin Fever”