Wednesday, 2 August 2017

cold poem

It's cold
There is a cold wall
And a icey playground
And the pool has turned into ice
There is wet grass
And  freezing cold ice
There is dark and squishy mud
And a pair of numb cold  hands
There is a freezing
Cold wet floor
And an icey pole
And now you

A light and cold day !!!

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