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Coldfront (Free verse) by klosterfobik A southern sojourn of a northern wind,
hastens downward
searching late autumn again.
To benumb November's hope -
to declare December's lies.
Comes unbending
to trouble frostproof skies.
Gladly returns so far south to deliver
a sharp glacial shiver,
through mild cloudless slendor
of young guiltless lovers.
To quickly coldly render
warm dreams of you to winter.
Up the ladder:
the comet
Down the ladder:
Yesterday is gone tomorrow is today
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Posted: September 8, 2004 5:09 PM PDT; Last modified: September 30, 2004 12:14 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.9761596 Overall Rank: 8372 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.130.62.102
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9-Sep-04/9:28 PM
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Margh...
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klosterfobik @ 205.188.117.6
> horus8
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10-Sep-04/6:54 AM
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Got English?
go
to hell?
NO to HULL!!!!!!
by 2nd class!!!! splendid!!!!
Just thought I'd come by and say hi motherfucker,
"hi motherfucker".
I love it, and yet I hate the apostrophised written-accent "x-in'".
Just
A shitaco with extra sour cream
Nice
That's how they speak in the deep south.
I bet you thought I wasn't going to push flush huh? because of your besplatterment of mine fine scrolls? Think again.
Novembers hope. ql
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