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Ice Age
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That long cold winter,
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when flu hung off walls,
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a thousand ice bound drips
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polished crystal balls,
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skewed sheets on washing lines,
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while lips froze.
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“More than a nip in the air”
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The man at the corner shop,
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sausage weathered hands,
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ran the blade to
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cut the twine
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with a practiced flick
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of the wrist,
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munching a crisp,
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searching for Sundays scandal,
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Jayne Mansfield
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clutched to my chest,
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much more than I could handle.
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Ran back home.
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blew coals back to life,
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(why is the word kindling
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forever in my mind?)
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Flames rose, blushing like virgin brides,
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Hovis, Stork Margarine,
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two solid blocks, grinding
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between teeth.
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While upstairs, faint sound,
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foot seeking linoleum.
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Soon they’d be down.
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Tea weary as a wet week end
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swirled round, and still
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It would not come light.
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16 Jan 09

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I saw a very interesting story, visually cinematic in this poem. Very cooool lol
 — vida

Love it, a master  wrote this
 — Rossant

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