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Squirm, limp out of door. did you do that ever! And what happened to your winter woe-r.Did he become your summer or became just a monsoon before you bid him a goodbye.......or if not may be the spring which once made you smile and himself lost in the hoopla of passion-4ever 4m life. Anyways-good write
it is written as the sonnet.. the first two tell the problem that last solves it.. well kind off. thsi happen to me once. i was in a rush and assumed the shoe would fit a thinner sock.. didnt.. i thought i woudl die.. i like your poem.
Take care of the limp, let warm water get your toes glimpse.
I Agree..swollen toes are winter woes...painful...short but meaningful....thank you
none sees your swollen heart.........