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Frigid Thoughts
larrylark

Our lives were fur lined,
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hands steeped in deep gloves,
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clown noses, warm as thermals
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stopped the blue, and the frostbite
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we yearned for.
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Once I slipped my head into the fridge
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for one whole hour. Eyeballed the socket
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of a kipper. If he blinked once he blinked twice,
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while I became a block of ice,
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which melted into my slippers.
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9 Aug 08

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i would make clown singular. and i think frostbite is one word.
other than that, i loved the cold here, and the snot that ran off my beak froze in one long whole icicle.
really enjoyed this poem.
=-)
 — jenakajoffer

Thanks Jenakajoffer
 — larrylark

nicely titled, nicely real(EYE)zed...what? hmm, yeah. but, no, wait the olympics are on and this qualifies for, well, nothing. have to wait a few years for the winter ones or 10's. 9. 9. 9.
 — DeformedLion

I am already well qualified but i fear gold always escapes me

Larry dull metal Lark
 — larrylark

Well written wry wit!
 — SilverGirl

this is so amusing, spry writing with your delicate but most effective touch of humor.

nice.
 — listen

Thanks silvergirl

I've thawed out now

Larry the drip Lark
 — larrylark

Nice to be appreciated listen

Larry
 — larrylark

Yes, this is what I search for.
I will never forget the second stanza of this poem:)
thanks for writing.
 — Josephseth11

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