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Cold Old Bones

Snow/Sleet in Jozi

Snow/Sleet in Jozi

Cold Old Bones

Winter crept, while we slept,

Into our homes and our cold old bones,

And joints with stiffly (f)rigid digits.

As we awoke the freezing air

Held us fast there in its grasp,

Held us tight with all its might,

We fight to breathe, we’d like to leave

For warmer climes, for heated homes

To ease the hurt of these cold old bones.

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Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 19 May 2013 20:13

Photo taken with my cellphone a few years ago.

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