Temperatures are dropping,
This cold it isn't stopping.
Chilly winds won't ease,
It now begins to freeze.
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Thick treaded shoes, salt for the path and a nice warming poem from our Ernestine Ahh! that's better! Great job Ernestine Take care! Love duncan X
And th' Myacins are a cryin' sin...But we'll be Needin' em after all! Fun piece, Ernestine...unless its an auto-bio, that is...Solid work, young lady....true to your talented form... F. j. R.
Winter is the word in this charming poem. Lovely work as always, Ernestine. Warmest regards, Sandra
Unfortunately, it's global warming here for me. Normally 15 inches of snow by now and we haven't even had a full inch. My poor husky-mix pup! Oh well, at least I could see winter when I read your poem. Nice one! -chuck