Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Out Cold

The frosty air
Would always tear
At her tristful heart
Then no repair

You move your feet
And then repeat
Making circles
In the street

Pulls her coat
Nice and close
But the ice will only
Bite her toes

All slows down
A fateful sound
A shocking word will
Crack the town

The news was told
Just lost their gold
They tried to warn her,
But she was out cold

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