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Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Open Season

When tear Winter winds,

Lips are blasted numb.

Whisp’ring comes with Spring:

Airs, graced, thaw the tongue.

Some are set on Summer:

Heated their exchange!

Ought umbrage to Autumn bridge

Find mouth of Winter strange?

1 comment:

  1. This one was born out of an argument between friends as to whether Summer or Winter was best. It was quite literally open season for debate, but I kept out of it awhile to muse on what amusing muses might say.

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