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Poem: February 2nd


smoke swirls weaves and curls
round about and softly out
leaves me here to be
thinking

flames dance crackle prance
old wood stove feels so good
old time heat at our feet
basking

in this winter cabin bliss
you and me we are free
tea for two and to do
nothing

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.

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