broken_ice pete an early spring day, out for a run, the wind's still blowing cold the slush devours the roads an early spring day, just out for a run, jumping over the puddles with there films of ice an early spring day, breathing the fresh air, stepping carefully over the glass-ice below an early spring day, just breathing the fresh air, lost in my own silent thoughts breaking the thin pained ice an early spring day, manure's in the air!, feeling for the peace lost in the frigid memories an early spring day manure's just in the air!, a teardrops through the mist and a kiss is silent and wished. 040714 what's it to you? who go blather from