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Cold, Yet...
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Cold, Yet... |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Cold, Yet... cold, I’m cold to the core icy exterior at rest outside my door grasses coated with frost vapors to heaven tossed these morning hours are lost in shivers and cuddling in blanket I’m snuggling my thoughts are befuddling with breakfast’s ingesting its warmth is caressing to be fed's a blessing should I ask any more? ©January 9, 2003 Whether on the shoal or on the shore, I'll seek the lighthouse evermore. [This message has been edited by VAS (02-09-2003 04:21 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome write Cold hands means a warm heart |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Oh yes, Virgina...sometimes we tend to forget of our many blessings, don't we? A good poem...  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very nice...I need to keep this close by where i can see it now and then |
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