New blog post by mickleinapickle
Don’t Call On Me
Cold winds blow through city streets
as winter’s grip takes hold
and grey souls in downbeat worlds
retreat to lies untold.
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Rain-lashed pavements now are bare,
the forecast speaks of snow,
but in grim northern climates
an oasis starts...
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