Hot Cross Haiku
...give us this day our daily bread...
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Showing posts with label
cold
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Tuesday, June 02, 2009
When mornings turn cold,
every breath is evidence
that I have not - yet.
Chris Gill
Saturday, July 12, 2008
possum in chimney
too cold for you outside; stay
but i won't feed you
Ian Row
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