“Go down and chop the wood” Mum said “it’s going to be cold”
So off I trudged into the mist while trying to be bold
It was getting dark and sounds appeared that were not there before
My inner self was shaking hard as shadows lengthened more
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Holy Frig! ! ! Great poem mate! ! ! Gotta read part two...love the narrative! Hugs, Dee