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When the tips of my fingers are blue and cold as ice
and no amount of hot air will suffice
I reach to right hand side of the car
and I find something quite bizzare
No gloves! I am afraid, and my fingers are still frozen yet
a glove compartment without its name, my hope is quite beset
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by Anita Carter
"Warm Gloves With Love"
I found this woman's glove the other day. It was in the church. Where I had attended.
It wasn't very
Would glove get blush
When used against the moral,
And squint its eyes,
And shudder, and retreat?
What nonsense!
Who'd enable
by Ashley Cline
When the tips of my fingers are blue and cold as ice
and no amount of hot air will suffice
I reach to right hand side of the
by Adam Smith
Gloves
Oh how you fit so secure
You keep me warm
No longer do I fear
And keep the blisters off my hands
Gloves, you make me a
My gloves has a look of love
It springs the art of your heart
Oh, please believe what I can see
For it is what tells you apart
My
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