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Winter Comes
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Winter Comes |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Come the rain, Drenching the walkers to bone, A wet night, A whore’s blight, All the Johns are staying home. Come the ice, Shivers quake the lurkers skin, Crusting all Those that fall With no home to huddle in. Come the snow, Blankets all the dirt and grime, Falls shallow Fill shadow, A pretty coat for a time. Tomorrow The warmth melting only wet, Back to grime Walkers time, Winter can’t turn the trick yet. Gloom |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Gloom, Sad truth...well written. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Gee Gloom....sounds like we all have had enough of winter already. Tricky writing here.  Hugs, Nancy.~* A dream is a wish your heart makes... *~ |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Larry C, Glad you enjoyed Thank you, Enchantress, Not I, this is our first bit of snow, I’d like to see a heavy blanket across the town. But there was no trick to this writing. Gloom |
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