This is a poem about the cold winter nights.

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As I stand watching from my window,

I see the night fall,

I can see outside its so dark, black and rainy,

I see the rain drops fall onto my window stool where I stand,

Everyone is lock up warm and safe inside their beds,

I see the smoke rising from the chimney up to the midnight skies,

The cold runs down my back and I feel it gets colder and colder,

Then I decide to close the blinds and return and read a book on the sofa,

So I can wait for the fire on the gas heater to burn and warm up the house…….

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  • Honesty on Apr 6, 2009

    Interesting…

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