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By sassy Date: 2005 Dec 22 Comment on this Work [[2005.12.22.13.34.453]] |
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Snow falls in whispers I catch on my tongue. I spend hours with bundled up children rolling fat, white men in the gray light of afternoon. There are broken sticks for arms, oreo cookie eyes, and multi-colored gumball smiles. We build a family mom, dad, a couple of babies and we food-color spray them green, a gang of grinches. Back into the house we go for cocoa and cookies and naps our wet mittens hanging in a row, our cheeks still rosy red. You pull me close under the mistletoe and kiss me softly; sometimes the icy winter warms my heart. |