ICE COLD

Poem by: poewhit

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Winter brings on that COLD.

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Submitted: December 17, 2007

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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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