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Winter,
when your nose starts to run faster than you walk,
when your talk fills with frost,
when it costs you more to heat your soup,
when you start to stoop, oops that's not Winter that's just old
when the cold bites sharper than your teeth,
when you crawl into the duvet and you hide underneath.

Winter,
when the snows lay thick and Wilfredo and Carmella for Christmas Number One is the record you have to pick,
when the water pipes freeze
when you start to sneeze
when you ask 'could I please have another log on the fire'.

Winter,
a time to retire, to hibernate and
wait for the Summer to come.
The reference to Wilfredo,( the international singing sensation) is not an advert to buy his record which came out last Christmas, but buy it anyway, he's a nice guy and a friend.
Who is to blame?
who are the giants who manipulate the game?
corporations ******* our lives dry and desperation, plastic bags,
deforestation
it's given me an inflammation
what in tarnation are we going to do?

You and the Who may be one and the same,
we all have some part in the terrible game
and I'm in the frame for it,
done for a little bit, sat and
watched people ****
all over nature.

The visionary drones on like he sees it with headphones on reading a script while the planet's being ripped out from under our feet,
a bit like, 'meet the Flintstones' and it's in bedrock we'll build our next homes and another generation will fill the forests, harvest vegetation, and the corporation will rise again, tell of its corporate lies again and we'll all believe that they're all sane men.

Who is to blame?
the blind men who read the bible and curse which the deaf man can't hear, but which is the worse.

Rant for a bit
and cogitate,
wait for a bit
and rant a bit more,
bits and bobs and the 'nobs hold the aces
the deck was rigged
just look at their faces.
 Oct 2015 Bryana Twice
am i ee
cold rain
beat down

earth softens
bare feet
sinking in
cold wet
weeds
greener than
grass
softer
and natural

fur coats
running along

fox trots by
don't need your
pelt little friend
ones of
your family
living
eternally
watching
having  my back

great blue
heron
takes silent
flight

graceful
& majestic

soaring off

great great blessing....

no 2 leggeds
no beepers
no mowers
no blowers

deep cold mud
a delightful
quagmire
******* me
down
down down
down down
far below
into the ground

left alone
roaming the
night
the early
morn

just us
wee too

puppyhead
& me

SO solitary
SO free
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