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By B.K. Date: 2002 Jan 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.16.16.29.10103]] |
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Winters bleak offering With raw icy fingers Sliding down my nose Even clouds look cold In bold gray display My ears and throat Raw and aching I'm begging Soon Spring soon Warm this chill Renew my spirit I'll dance The grand pagan dance Offer trees, feasts Anything but virgins Just bring back The warmth of sun And while you're at it Send that man of mine I'll do one cute Pagan dance on him too Oh Yeah! ©bk2002 |