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Ice on my Igloo

Ice on my igloo roads frosted over Cursed, cutting cadaverous cold deathly chill from Calais to Dover Thought it was nippy but my fingers are numb Arctic algidity all around winds whistle, envelop my town Why must we endure gelid, glacial Siberian air Is warmth only comprehended when to harrowing cold it's compared

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Date: 1/5/2022 11:30:00 AM
This went straight to my FAVE list
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Date: 1/4/2022 7:04:00 AM
Chilled to the bone with this one Gershon. Well written with great vocab and alliteration. Nice work, write on! Bill
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Date: 1/4/2022 4:15:00 AM
Dear eskimo, stay warm!
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