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Dec 2014
It's so flippin' cold and my fingers are numb
my tongue's frozen over
I think that it's dumb.
I could be sold on some heat or
anything to beat the chill.

I wonder if Summer will come
wonder if I'll feel less numb,
I'd like to dabble in
tongue twisting scrabble
I wonder if Summer will come.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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