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Dec 2014
Hopscotch
It's bitterly cold,
And my breath trails behind me
Like an industrial smokestack.
I take a greedy gulp,
And warmth penetrates my chest
Like new love's first kiss.
Happy Ballantine's Day.
Written by
Chandler Brown
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