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Mar 2011
winter is a time
of cold feet, cold shoulders,
and dormant hearts.

what are you afraid of?
you do not like paths
laced with ice?
what of the wind,
and naked tress?

dress them.
winter is a time
of cold feet, cold shoulders,
and much-dormant hearts.
Shelby Lynn
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