You can't get me
No one can
I can hide lower
Than creeping thyme
Within myself
I've stashed away
A million things to think about
I'm ready for the next winter
Long before it comes
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Sad
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Whoops! Good poem SR. Don't want to wish me life away. Not finished this year's winter yet! lol.
Well winter is great for writing poetry and fireplaces! Oh and hot chocolate!
interesting piece of writing , i like this
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