For Shore
we rolled in the snow
and rolled a snowball
increasing in size to be
the size of the bottom
of our snowman
(now before anyone
objects or gets upset
we both agreed that
our frankenstein
creation would
be a man) so as cold
as the snow glowed
rosy on my sweet's
cheeks the ball
suddenly
rolled down hill and as
if it knew where it was
going became bigger
with time and as time
passed we forgot about
the past until one day
telling her we were
going on a cruise
for two there
suddenly
was a third for
twice back
across the
Atlantic we
ran into a
berg
children
and women
first for we had
all along been on our
own once made Titanic
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