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Aug 2013
Ice is like you either slip or slide,
sometimes you glide on it,
Other times you fall ******* it.

It sticks for awhile and
you become use to the cold
it acts like a blanket but it inevitably goes.

But for every patch of Ice
the sun will shine through,
so forget about ice and walk into the sunset,
for the ground is dryer and easier to thread on.
Written by
Colm Mitchell  London
(London)   
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