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Jan 11
Early walk this morning
Before the sun was rising
The sky is black
And Full of stars
Minus five here
Freezing I fear
It’s quiet
And there’s not a soul about
Twinkling, sparkling frost on the pavement
Cold so cold
The frost is biting
Frozen fingers frozen toes
Even a red, frozen nose
It’s quiet so quiet
It’s still, there’s nothing moving
Everything is frozen
The frost is thick and spikey
Well It is winter
But extreme
A cold cold spell
It calls for Hibernation
and just enjoy the scene !
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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