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Nov 2014
fly
not magic
just static
fuzzy slippers slipping
along the  carpet
only heat
my  stone cold bones
are feeling
          today
I wrote a version of this poem when I lived in New England about seven years ago.It's been   so  cold  this  year so far  so early in the  season , I brought this  sucker back from  the dusty archives !
AprilDawn
Written by
AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
378
   ---, ---, Ashley Browne and Wellan Xi
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