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Ice forms heavily
Upon my limbs
Weighing me down
Winter’s cruel whim
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
I can only imagine how it must feel being sheathed in ice . Youve captured it well.
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Thank you very much, Morgan 🙂
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Winter’s Whim — loved every word!
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Thank you very much, Rose! 🙂
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awwhhhhh
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Winter isn’t my favorite time of year 😉
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It isn’t? What is your favorite time of year? and I wish you accepted AWARD’s because I would nominate you for the MYSTERY BLOGGER AWARD…if you change your mind on this….just know you have been nominated if you want it…Big X’s and Thanks for being you and sharing your wonderful peoms…1000’s of Blessings from me to you
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Autumn, always has been. Thank you for thinking of me. I don’t accept them because of time constraints, but greatly appreciate when someone does nominate me. Many blessings to you, my friend!
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Very nice and very cryptic. I hate winter.
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cryptic, yes. Am I really speaking of a season? 🙂 Thanks, Phil!
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Marvelous! 🌹
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Nice choice of words!!
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Yes, I thought so. Apparently you did, too lol
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Wow! Beautiful
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Thank you so very much! 🙂
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