Quintan English Muffins
This winter frost tightens my insides,
A bitter wind tosses my neck.
The toss and tangle of the tides,
We walk within the speck,
Always telling people to "wait a sec."
The window is cracked a few inches open:
I am letting my God receive me.
Do not misunderstand the words that I've spoken.
Simply see what you can see.
You be you, and I'll be me.
*English Quintan contest...winner gets year's worth of english muffins
12/12/11
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