"Snowed In" by Dulcinea (ImDulcinea@aol.com). "The sun that brief December day/ Rose cheerless over hills of gray...." Had John Greenleaf Whittier simply co-authored his poem with Dulcinea, it would certainly be a lot easier to get teenagers to read "Snow-Bound." I don't see the problem: fuck rhymes with duck, cunt with hunt, and precum with become. Whittier goes on for 759 lines; the folks that populate his poem spend over a week cooped up in a house, and the raunchiest thing they do is read a novel that they have to "hide from younger eyes."

Like many of Dulcinea's stories, this one celebrates the simple joys of two people sharing their love and their bodies. In real life, you have perhaps noticed that teachers often marry other teachers. That's because they can share their snow days together. Would I kid you about a thing like that?