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Jan 2018
Cold

It's cold, but It's sunny,
An oxymoron? now that's funny.
Cold is a dark winter day,
Sunny is a bright warm ray.
Feeling cold is like being all alone,
No warm hands or hearts to warm my own.
I'm stuffed up and can hardly breathe,
I just caught a cold, can you believe.
Cold walls have trapped me in my room,
Sun shine your light on me and relieve my gloom.
Written by
Ron Pipe Pipoly  72/M/Salem S.C.
(72/M/Salem S.C.)   
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