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Just a Cold Snap by Ken Thornton-Smith April 11, 2007 It's never winter in my heart, Although it can get chilly. Around Christmas When we part. It's never winter between us, Except for that great big icicle When your mother Brings her bicycle. It's never winter in our bed, Although, if I may be so bold, Your mother's feet Are always cold. It's never winter in my den, Just a cold snap until Your mother leaves And it's spring again. About the author: Life is a journey of discovery. Like when I just pasted in my second spring poem to find out that we are only allowed one each and I am horribly conflicted between inventing a pluming nom for one of my alter egos or being honestly guilt ridden because I'm not honest enough to tell you that I considered the alternative. | | | |
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