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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.

6 comments:

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

    Thanks
    Thor

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

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

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

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