Fleurette Elaine Harris (September 23rd / Port Antonio Jamaica)
It is like seeking warmth in a cold place
In an ice box....
You wait until the power goes
When the ice melts and the water warms
But you have no control
You must get out of the ice box my dear
Or you will freeze.....
And painfully you won’t die
Get out of the refrigerator my dear
Enjoy the warmth.....
The real world
A new Life
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