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Feb 2015
Her chill
Sends tears down my cheeks
Like a cataract over a hill

Her snow
Slaps my face
Like a **** slaps a ***

Her ice
Makes me slip
Like an alcoholic's vice
Chuck
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Chuck  PA, USA
(PA, USA)   
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