STONE COLD
The only thing to do is sleep,
The cold cuts like a knife,But little “things” keep waking me,
To give the kiss of life.
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- Rosamund Browne
- Lyington, Hampshire, United Kingdom
- I am a poet; a poet who writes rhyming poetry. I write poems to order for any ocassion, and on any subject. Witty or serious, happy or sad. Visit my website www.timeforrhyme.co.uk
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7 comments:
Sounds like kids when you try to sleep in! Haha!
Do you know, Trellissimo, I hadn't thought of that, but you're right
It really is about the little things...life's kisses...
heh heh........I like the images brought about by this little belter!
Good thing, too, or we'd all be in trouble!
=)
Life's kisses are wonderful, I agree, Tess, but I'd rather be awake to enjoy them. "...little belter." Thanks Helena, I rather like that. Yes, sue, I suppose you're right
Cold does cut like a knife ... we need those little kisses to warm things up a bit.
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