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Jan 2017
Snow was falling
very cold night
the snow flakes looked so real
I just wanted to hold one
preserve one
hold it for the moment
be as one
but it melts in my hand
I feel like I am killing it
as it melts
Sammy comes over
my hands to hold
warms me up
with her good wishes
cooks food then gone
as you get old
and cold
you will die.
Sad yes, but true, just ask us.
with love P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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