A poem: “Expectations must be met”
by: Paul revere
In the chill of Tep Touse Tundra's air,
A whisper of promise lingers there.
Expectant eyes on the frosty floor,
Awaiting a bag by the tundra's door.
A gift of warmth in the icy expanse,
A moment of joy, a serendipitous chance.
Wrapped in the silence, the tundra's lore,
A free bag awaits by the tundra's door.
Posted By: Paul revere
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