Hearth, Hair and Heart
I don’t want to ‘curl up with a nice book by the fire
on a long, cold, snowy winter’s night’
No! I want something riveting
a story with some punch! to challenge me
and my prehistoric convictions
Can it sit me up straight in my chair,
hair, not hearth, on fire? If not, count me out
~ my heart's not retired
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