Following the same format, except for the rhyme scheme which is abcddcba.

As I sojourned outside it was icy cold and icicles formed on my long white beard. Although I wore warm gloves, my hands ached and so did my legs which were not protected by winter boots. Eventually however, I was able to make it to a warm place where I got some relief.

La Regenta.

A patch can be used for so many things.

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When your lover falls out of love with you they give you the push.

A poem for Duff’s writing challenge #35.

What Jesus might say about the strength and comfort between him hands and ours. His gloves are a perfect fit. Please listen!

Love Poetry.

A poem about meeting the girl with the black sexy gloves and watching the world spin around.