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Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
A frozen chilly morning,

The grass all white and crispy,

My ears are blue, the sky is too,

With clouds of white and wispy.
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
A cold and frosty Monday morn',

Heads down, we look at feet,

Would not a three day weekend,

Just be an ideal treat?
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
As the hour draws steadily near,
The cold chilled spine from unknown fear,
As Sunday goes, Monday appear,
The weekend's dead, we shed a tear.
A weekend gone
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
Love I'm told is in the air,

Yet such a thing I cannot see,

Perhaps I'm looking up not down,

Or simply waywardly.
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
The happiest I've ever been,

That's a day I won't forget,

I saw your smile and all the while,

On the first day that we met.
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
Today it will be different,

I don't care what people say,

I'll do my best, and stuff the rest,

Goodbye to yesterday
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
It's Valentines and here's a gift,

To show that I love you,

I'm leaving and I won't be back,

Goodbye and toodle-ooo
Nothing is ever as simple as you think

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