Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Jack Frost Comments

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As the sun disappears in the west,
Jack Frost comes sneaking in to do his best.
When the moon casts its ghostly glow,
everything glistens white like snow.
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Fack me? :) I like to be played around with..

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Sathyanarayana M V S 25 April 2009

That is the hope Lord Sund brings in A rejuvinating warmth and an escape from freezing cold. Beautiful poem Sir.

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Cindy Kreiner Sera 15 April 2009

Love seeing the icicles dangling and the refections cast as the sun's ray touches it, and the crunch underfoot but then again - poor creatures out in it......

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Joseph Poewhit 15 April 2009

Felt a chill just reading the words

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