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Winter's Chill

Bitter cold inches into my bones Ice forms across the wet ground... Tires screech.

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 2/10/2010 9:52:00 AM

I encourage you to continue writing Doris. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning. May your pen always flow with the magic of your words. Love, Carol

Brian Strand

Date: 2/10/2010 8:02:00 AM

Nice one Doris.Thank you for your welcome blog comments today.Rgds Brian

Gert W. Knop

Date: 2/10/2010 5:42:00 AM

Oh, yes, I can hear it! Winter hold us tight, Doris. Also ice is forming here and one has to be very careful not to fall. Too many are already in hospital for broken limbs. We are all waiting for sprin to come. I like your words in this Imagisma. And thank you for your kind hearted comments...Gert