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No More Gloves
Blue skies
steal the mist
spring hijacks winter
green buds
whisper the latest tune
the birds pick it up
and the hills appear unscathed
Published 8th Feb 2023
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12th Feb 2023 3:13am
Dear A,
Soon enough I hope to enjoy the images of your lovely poem. Spring is on its way. Sweet write. H🌷
Soon enough I hope to enjoy the images of your lovely poem. Spring is on its way. Sweet write. H🌷
13th Feb 2023 7:30am
Dear H
It's a trap. Beware the polar vortex. Frostbitten fingers cannot write ~A
It's a trap. Beware the polar vortex. Frostbitten fingers cannot write ~A
