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Nov 2011
Her hand was cold
It was winter and snowy
He was standing on the beach
His hand was warm
She wanted him to warm her hand
But in time it would freeze and get frost-bitten
So she put a glove on it
And another held onto it
If he comes into the snow
she'll take off the glove
and her skin will be untouched
for him to touch.
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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