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Nov 2012
No matter how many blankets,
My feet and toes are still icicles.
No matter how many hot chocolates,
My teeth still chatter and tremble.
No matter how many good memories,
Winter is still the coldest time of the year.
No matter how much I try to figure it all out,
You're still gone.
And that is one thing
That won't change with the seasons, so I have learned.
Jessie
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