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Cold Set (Other) by feathers68
When the cold set in,
under covers warm I crept!
Air so sharp upon my breath
the covers became my scarf.
When the cold set in the warning bell rang.
Of winters icy grip!
The ski poles call out to their friends,
the snow shoes well at hand.
For winter is not the
beast the world makes it out
to be.
As behind ice forts wars are waged!
wars that end as quick as they
start not those wars of politics
but wars of Childhood fancy.
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