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Apr 29
The winter is
Killing me softly
I still go out during
The winter
For a walk
Around the block
I am also
Dressed warmly
And I still feel the cold
It is -19
Every day the temperature changes
I also can get sick with a flu
Now I finally returned back home
From my walk
I went back to my living room
Now I turn my computer on
And I had started to do
Some work for my
Father
Writing some poems for my father
Yes all my poems are different
They also have
Different feelings
aldo kraas
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aldo kraas  60/M/Toronto
(60/M/Toronto)   
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