Write a four line poem about someone or something that is: shallow.
Almost out of January. Almost.
We organized our seed inventory for this year's garden this morning and Kat put in the order for what we need this evening while I was putting Max to bed. So spring's pretty much here, right?
He says that he is done,
That there is nobody left to save;
But we all know that he's
Buried his faith in a shallow grave.