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COLD, WET, AND LONELY
It’s like a cloud, this loneliness,
Thick, greasy, dark, enveloping:
A storm front stalled,
Directly over me,
But no thunder or lightning,
No gushes or torrents,
But a drip, drip drizzliness,
Cold as the grave, ice cold,
With a clammy dampness:
Penetrating, wet, icy fingers
That feel like unforgiveness.
-Chip Bergeron
31 October 2014
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I've also felt those icy fingers. I'm sorry that you have. Keep the faith, my friend.
Love and blessings,
~Linda
Cheers,
Dan
Regis
Kathy J Parenteau
Ron