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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.

Santeria 29-Jan-04/7:13 AM
i really like it...




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