Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

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26 November 2012

A Stroll Through the Cold, Cold Night

Waiting in the cold, cold night
As the children's laughter has long gone
Though some small echos linger
and I have to move on.
Posted by James M. Frost at 14:59 4 comments:
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