A winter poem

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Oh! An alert to dread! Read about my chilled terror, a misery – oh, frigid adjectives shuffling meaningfully

Here’s the second line now, and with it I lament of an ‘approaching coldness’ and it makes you think about winter and how much it sucks

snow, brr

and so on

Falling asleep on my floor

The movie continues

Rewinding is not an option, nor is pausing. You can’t press stop if you want to see the ending

The colors are twisting

A technicolor experience, viewed from right there inside your own skull. Grab your barf bag and carry on

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The guilt is looming

You will never escape the 80-year hallmark aisle unless you hop the shelves. But then, everyone around you has to pick up the cards. Keep walking

The pen dangles

An entire lifetime pretending to be the author. When the book closes you haven’t written a page – you’ve barely read a few words. So drop the book and start another