Saturday, January 16, 2016

The Winter Can Make A Perfect Song Or Too Long

How frigid cold to sing it loudly and clear, all the bare
naked feet and hands were frozen solid tight and
loose and goose what a moose, the lake the river are
freezing water to dip into and onto, the temperature
was were below zero as it goes during the afternoon
day like this, between man and woman actually
dipped and slipped one of the best lake and river runs
deep within or without, it will make a outwitted song
and strong note like a icicle land of castle or a single
fortress cave of wonders on ice, only one winter's
man who chopped and diced the ice cubes off the
frozen beloved river with a bare hands, he can sing it
perfectly and very pitch alike, he falls in love with
a decent winter's woman in his dream forever, when
the snowstorm came down like chickens, he and she
sang together like a duet

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-16-16  

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