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Created on: July 12, 2010
We're lucky to live in such a temperate climate
Never too hot and, save for the odd winter freeze,
Never too cold.
A bit like us;
We live in a temperate climate of our own creation
Never hot, firey, passionate
Never cold, spiteful, passionate.
Let me just ask you one thing;
Are we really that lucky?
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Poetry: Hot and cold
The air is warm within this soul, as snowflakes hit the ground,
And coldest winter fills the air, and blankets earth
by Ted Onulak
Two days before Christmas
The record ice storm came
Encasing each naked branch and wire
With a thick transparent mask
Daring
Snow-stormy winter mornings make me want to snuggle up
With someone's latest novel, and hot coffee in my cup.
When drifts
Like the heat from above,
The memories of a first love,
Lingered in the summer of heat,
Tapping at the mind with an old
Relying on the fires within through cold-hearted disdain
Hot breath escapes my lungs, seeking to attain
A temporary perch
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