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Winter’s Journey – Preposition Poetry

9 February, 2009
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Through snowy lanes
Down icy roads
Below white tipped branches
Towards my abode
Beyond white fields
Above, clouds billowed
Beneath heavy grey skies
With fresh sprinkling forbode
Against the clock
Around I did tango
Inside the warmth
My cold heart once mellowed.

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