Cold Chill

Posted: February 4, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Cold chill to the bone, rumble in the head, then whispering

sound, tales of how winter presses hard with sudden

crushing pain. What a chill, in for the kill, the

relieves, none can, and none will.

I dearth the days, fear the nights, starry skies such

busyness of spirit to find warmth, dearest friend

wonder by, acting as if mourning will never past.

Cold chill, blood and bone, garish all the winter wears.

pat down with us crying tries. For the love of

country , yes! but must the cold chill suck, to

the bone, I suppose that is what winter is make of, what

do you have to say about that?

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