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Frozen Golden Hair
His smile was as warm as the summer sun. But his cold-cold heart chilled the soul. Debonair, golden hair, he often had to run! Those notches scratched in his paltry pelt, Lay evidence of his lusty embrace. He was a hit and run, son-of-a-gun. Many young women, Slapped without a trace. A new fair maiden fell for his heat. He ripped virtue out, with a lusty hold. Surprised at the end, not even a friend. Her heart suffered. The serpent’s sting – All alone in the winters freeze, Seething, in woman’s scorn. - Loved and left without concern - She had esteemed him, true. What to do? The answer soon was clear. Death paid the toll in the winter cold. Her sorrow would forebear. Debonair, golden hair, He no longer had to run! Her smile was as frigid as the winter’s freeze. And his cold-cold heart lay icy, still. Death caught this man who left with fast feet No more notches would he carve in his strap! She grinned as she patted his manly pelt. That winter of his frozen golden hair – © February 13, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen
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