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I'm Okay Being Cold--A Tribute to a Major Appliance

I used to be called ice box. To protect my integrity, I need to be cold. At any degree, I am o.k. with myself. Made of steel; I am strong. To move me, would be difficult. Any tears are now frozen within me. What is inside of me remains good and safe. See the light and You find things of substance and value there. I do not mind being called frigid. If I should break down; You would be sorry, Not able to feed your needs. You use me and take me for granted. I have been here at your convenience, To get what you want!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 9/10/2015 3:08:00 PM
Wonderful personification - good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xx
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Barbara Campbell
Date: 9/10/2015 3:37:00 PM
Jan, Always good to have you stop by and bring positive words. I feel very fortunate. Barbara
Date: 9/10/2015 12:29:00 PM
- A powerful poem, Barbara - We can be "cold" on the outside ...... but your heart has feelings :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Barbara Campbell
Date: 9/10/2015 12:43:00 PM
Anne-Lise, Thanks you for reading my poem and taking the time to right your positive comments. Barbara