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Poetry By: poewhit

Tags: Poetry, Poem

Winter brings on that COLD.

Submitted:Dec 17, 2007    Reads: 218    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   

The window is closed.

Frost on my little toe's.

Got to keep warm.

Bugle blows on the horn.

Tears turn to ice.

Finger's purple, with flights.

My eye's are ablaze.

Can't see from frosted haze.

Let me find some warmth.

Inside by the fire with broth.


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