Wednesday, March 23, 2011

This freezing spring rain rapping on the window
Reminds me of all the times I've been warm,
Ignoring the bite of the breeze with my cheeks lifted high.
This is the stuff that keeps you going in all weather;
Fuel for the fire in my belly. You know it's stoked,
You can tell by the smoke pouring from my throat
So keep the bellows blowing, quell the the cold's
Strong fist knocking on your smile's pearly doors.
Kill it with kindness and smile.

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