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Iced Cubes

I don’t get it The now of then The how of why The who of whom Six kids one toilet Last one in line Squeeze tight the cheeks Such drama, nobody speaks Hands that tell lies Search for brittle memories Clutch at the past As it fades away Don’t like the cold It pinches my cheeks to make breath clouds The bus is late

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 9/10/2023 1:51:00 PM
Ah, very cute John. Congratulations! :)
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Date: 9/10/2023 1:05:00 PM
Loved three of your cubes, still working on the bus is late. Congrats on the well deserved win John
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Date: 8/27/2023 7:04:00 PM
Emotive write!
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