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Jan 2014
Freezing temperatures have descended,
there's no rustling of animals outside,
the sun is still sleeping, yet
duty calls, there's a photo shoot out on the lake.
This electric blanket is all I need, but money talks.
If I continue to balk, I won't get paid &
I don't want to starve in cold weather,
I have to keep the home fires burning.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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