This poem describes that wintery kind of feeling that steals over us when we least expect it.
Written 12.22.2010
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What happened to that love
i used to wear that fit me like a glove
and kept my hands bloodless and safe
from splinters showering down from up above
from the bitter bare brittle branches
reaching down from skies of gray and white?
by Jefferson Brian Holbrook
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