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Feb 2021
It is so very cold outside
Freezing my core, even my pride
When I try to walk
My legs are rigid cornstalks
And tears freeze to my cheek when I cry
Written by
Mike Brubaker  55/M/Minnesota
(55/M/Minnesota)   
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