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Sounds of Icy Fingers

Sounds of icy fingers tapping my roof Like rhythmic drumming on a snare Mother Nature enjoys a gentle spoof Sounds of icy fingers tapping my roof Thank God, the ceiling is weatherproof Against such as this persistent fanfare Sounds of icy fingers tapping my roof Like rhythmic drumming on a snare. written February 26, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 2/27/2022 3:51:00 PM

You are King of the Best Triolets in the world Hank. Here is another proof.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/27/2022 4:54:00 PM

Nope, you are being too kind again, Caren. I do enjoy them, however.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 2/27/2022 11:09:00 AM

Sounds quite chilly where you are Milton, stay in the warm, Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/27/2022 11:19:00 AM

It has been. Chillier than I like, but then I am really partial to warm breezes! I have a metal roof on my house, so sometimes I do hear those sounds.