Where

It’s cold as hell

But there isn’t any snow

And he’s wondering

Where, where did

She go,

It’s cold and clear

Just a bit of ice

Everything right

And everything nice

For lovers to clutch

And cuddle tonight,

He looks at his watch

He looks down the road,

He whispers softly

Will she show

And he wonders where,

Where did she go.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:00 PM November 24, 2013

 

 

 

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