Sunday, January 8, 2012


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  1. on a wintry night, freezing air blowing through my overcoat, darkened sky, white snow on the ground, i hide upstairs in what one calls the spare room, keeping warm with the electric heater. fear snakes through my being, the reality of death close by ,how close i don't know. i am old ,you see, old, but some say not that old. i am still the young silly one i always have been, yet my body complains ,whines , and falls to the ground . oh , fear, fear, don't overcome me.

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