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Dark Heart Of Winter
<P>I wrote this while living in Boone, NC and waiting on the college bus to come pick my frozen ass up.
Into the dark heart of winter I roam
Huge white flakes fall slowly around me
It’s so cold walking in this white foam
No sunlight shinning down I can see
My boots crunch down on the packed snow
I walk to class, wishing I was home
Living in the cold and Ice just plan blows
All feeling in my frozen fingers is gone
I wrap my coat around me like plate mail
To protect my body from the frozen winds
Heard the phrase, but it can’t be this cold in hell
My sore legs feel full of needles and pins
When will the crapple-cart arrive today?
The cold fingers of winter clime my thighs
Freezing my ass off, can’t wait for sunny may
Only thing that makes this cold bearable is being high
Cold, Cold, Frozen in this place
Bus Arrives, jumping on with due haste
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Originally Posted by Baraka_Guru
In my own personal experience---this is just anecdotal, mind you---I have found that there is always room to be found between boobs.
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