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Winter's Rein

. Out he goes into the airy of chill packaged in hide and fleece Though bundled to warm the cold tries to still this soul his bones still rasp yet his digits beg the pardon of his pen to his slip as he marks this occasion for his digits are frozen stiff and the thaw brings forth pain Yet yet again winter (as the poet) reins

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/14/2010 10:47:00 PM
A chilly description indeed that makes me shiver reading it, poor fellow! Thanks for sharing a great write. Best wishes, Caroline.
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Date: 1/13/2010 8:47:00 AM
good and painful poem, thanks for your comments and I am ok!
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Date: 1/13/2010 8:08:00 AM
Love it, James! Brrrrr... the writes must go on! Thanks for your help and comments! Lovingly, Dane Ann
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Date: 1/12/2010 11:55:00 AM
Ah! Passion doth rein in any kind of weather. Here in Saginaw, MI it is damn cold! Love, daver
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Date: 1/11/2010 4:17:00 PM
I am glad that you the poet did win over the cold and give us these lines to feast upon. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara
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Date: 1/11/2010 3:43:00 PM
Now you've got me shivering, James! The cold snap inspired a great write for you. Like the use of humor as well as the resignation that winter "doth rein." So do you, my dear! Love, Carolyn
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