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It Gets Cold Quickly
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It Gets Cold Quickly |
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n2dmystic Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 253beyond the doors of perception |
sittin' by the pond at my buddies cattle ranch in little ol' Forsyth, MT, I was reminded of a night being stranded in North Dakota. It was eleven below zero, and if it weren't for my blizzard suit, I'da been a Mexican popsicle. At one point I was so cold that I welcomed death. But no, as my luck would have it, I had to survive. And good thing too, cuz I woulda missed one of my grand kids being born. Super sour lemon head burst of sunshine in the dusty azure sky. Stubbly golden fields Honkers... Here and there and there and there A chilly breeze reminds the ears of a frostbitten North Dakota night So luminous of moon and snow Death seemed so warm at 11 below. Peace, Joe |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
Ouch. I bet that hurt. Being so cold...brrrr Somebody put another log on fire...brrrrr Love, Terri~  Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Poetry like this would warm you enough to keep you going. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Joe~ I am so enjoying reading you.. Thanks for joining us! Susan |
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n2dmystic Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 253beyond the doors of perception |
thanks ladies. I hesitate to call women ladies, cuz' some a y'all don't acribe to that tag. No offense intended. I am truly glad you appreciate what I write. Peace, Joe |
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