Beware Winter’s Whore


Within the weight of a bombastic laugh…lulled radiance from a familiar smile.  The reflexive moods, wooly and wild.

I could not, cannot, stroll past this whimsical child…with her lyrical style.

All I can turn over, is my smirk and wish that I had treated her better.  To hear, as though, I had heard songs sung before.

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Hurry, hurry, I must.

Chorus lines await at a threshold that I dare not shut. 

An innocent door shall always spurn me.  A giggle in the sun shall be two times more than greedy treasurers. And, I shall set my guile to musical scores. IT hushes to sleep the worrisome winter’s whore.

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