Mary Gore

(Widnes, England, UK)

Shivery - Poem by Mary Gore

This cold cold weather, bids me not
to energetic spree
I stand and shiver, wondering how
To warm that cold cold me

If only I could make a start
It would not be bad it seems.
But somehow I just linger on
And do it, in my dreams.

My ideas are brilliant
They are plain to see
But ho, this cold cold weather
Does waste my time for me.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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