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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Too Cold For Wet Feet.

Walking circles
in cool march air.
Crumbling ice
cracking into slush
under feet that long
to get wet.
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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 16, 2011 at 5:24 AM

    God! I hate wet cold feet! Great poem look forward to many more from you.

    Thanks
    Thor

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  2. Brother OllieMarch 16, 2011 at 11:24 AM

    The worst kinds walk - carcking into slush is a great line.

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  3. Human ParadoxMarch 17, 2011 at 8:53 PM

    Good descriptions JB. It's the season for soakers.

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  4. AnonymousMarch 21, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    authentic poetry, well penned.

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  5. AnonymousMarch 21, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    Greetings:

    Week 27 Poetry Potluck is open, welcome/Thanks (4) joining us…

    Friendship Awards, Enjoy!

    Happy Monday,
    Bless you!
    xxx

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  6. MarianMarch 23, 2011 at 1:28 PM

    i want my feet to get wet, too.
    love this image!

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