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Winters Games

OLD MAN WINTER DONE DID IT AGAIN WHEN I GET HOME I'LL NEED A TONIC AND GIN RAIN, HARD RAIN KEEPS COMING DOWN GIGANTIC PUDDLES COVER THE GROUND MY FEET ARE COLD THEIR SOAK TO THE BONE I STILL HAVE 2 MILES BEFORE I REACH HOME MY UMBRELLA GOT TWISTED THEN BLEW AWAY NOW I HAVE NONE THE REST OF THE WAY THE FASTER I RUN THE WETTER I GET PLEASE DON'T LOOK NOW MY HAIRDO'S A WRECK MY COAT IS 10 POUNDS MY POCKETS HAVE POOLS EVERYONE'S RUNNING AND WE ALL LOOK LIKE FOOLS NOW WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT THE HAIL STARTED DOWN I WAS SLIPPING AND SLIDING THEN HIT THE GROUND I KNOW I CAN MAKE IT I'M SO CLOSE TO HOME TOTALLY SOAKED AND CHILLED TO THE BONE OLD MAN WINTER LOVES TO PLAY GAMES AND IF YOU LET HIM HE'LL DRIVE YOU INSANE I FINALLY MADE IT HOME AT LAST HERE I SHALL STAY TILL THIS WINTER STORM'S PASSED

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Date: 1/18/2017 12:57:00 PM
Your poem chilled me to the bone Michael - I am glad when winter has passed and spring starts to smile on us with sunnier weather:-) hugs Jan xx
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Michael E. Harris
Date: 1/18/2017 10:23:00 PM
Thank You Jan. Best of luck in your contest.

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