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Bitter is this winter day

The winds cut through my skin

These old bones begin to shake

I can feel the cold within

Chattering, my teeth

As they play a musical tune

“Summertime” I hear them say

And it can’t come too soon

Age has taken hold of me

I like the cold no more

So I’ll curl up by the fireplace

Let it warm me to the core


Writing Prompt – Bitter Bones – Day 31/31 ~ And this completes Michelle’s writing prompts for December.  Bring on the New Year!

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