Hot Ice
Hot ice
Frozen sweat
beaded across my forehead
Like icicles
Sweet dullness
Sharp tendencies
Cuts across my teeth
Bitter sweetness across my poet
Smile then my facial muscles crack
Upside down miracles take the wrinkles away
Sing out problems to reign with hope
Nonsense of the fuss
Hair growing out of potato spuds
Noxema help!
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