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A Winter's Chill

by Stephen W Atkinson

Upon a winter's 

Midnight stroll 

I came across 

A pallid soul

Who, like the snow

Was cold & fair

With tearful eyes

Of such despair

I offered her

A warming hand

And woke within

A frozen land

Where, I myself

Turned cold & fair

With tearful eyes 

Of dark despair

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