It happens every minute
long and longest, being outside
in the wilderness of
mankind, to be cold enough, the cheek
bones were red cherries,
the ears came from bright red like
frost bites, the sun
wasn't warm enough, but the wind it blow
and flow as deepest cold,
not many of chap lovable kissable
lips everywhere in the
town and the cities too
Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-27-15
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