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Nov 2019
In Oslo, there was this horrible thing.
Merciless, the abhorrence stuns your bones,
renders your hands useless and makes ears sting.
White dark isolating night hard as stones.

The Darkness swallows even the daytime.
And it's slippery! Every step you take
may leave you in flight. It's a lonely time,
risk eye contact and fall. Bones you may break!

A few of the Vikings will surely die
walking into it unprotected with
no gloves or hat. Some in shorts! Why not try
it yourself, is perilous cold a myth?

I think I'll read and crochet for four months
indoors and curse the cold with vile affronts.
Written by
Private Sonnets
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   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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