By B.K.
Date: 2002 Jan 16
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Pagan Offerings

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!