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Cold Feet
My feet are cold,
My skin is dry,
Since winter has come,
I must stay inside,
My candles are lit,
The scent of vanilla,
A hot cup of cocoa,
A tummy to fill up,
The dog alseep,
Without a bone,
Nothing on Television,
No ring from the phone.
poem
by
Victoria Gauci
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