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Sep 2013
She went walkingΒ Β in the snow
slipped on the black ice
and down she did go
tried to get up but
it was too slick
and so she
lay there
freezing
feeling
alone
like
an
I
C
E
C
I
C
L
E
but
then
a nice
man with
warm hands
reached down
and lifted her up
he held her close and
picked her up and melted
her in his strong arms. She'd like
to think that he was her guardian angel.
g clair
Written by
g clair
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