Frosty in the Morning Air,
Beguiled Sweetly, I stand and Stare
As the Sky comes fluttering down
Without a single sound.
Freezing on my lashes and nose,
Freezing more on my bare little toes,
Back inside I go a-dashing,
Like a lightning bolt a-flashing!
~Morgan~
Inspired by me Mum ๐
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What a lovely fun poem. Love to join in! ๐
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If you’re up for the chill, er I mean thrill ๐
Thanks Ever So~
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That looks so cold!
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It really does!
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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oooh way cool ๐
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cool is right! or cold, depending ๐
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Oh brrrr
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๐ thank goodness that only happened in my thoughts! ๐
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Love it! Especially “Sky comes fluttering down” (rather than snow).
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๐ Thank you Mirada…I am so happy you “participated” in the fun today ๐
Joy and Giggles~
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