Lessons I Teach Myself
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Do you listen to the wind
When it shrieks at night? Do your fingers numb When they touch the snow? Do you burn your tongue When you sip your tea? Those are only some Of the happenings of winter. There is also the chilling grasp of cold that freezes the spine And the cuddles in the comforter And the wool socks And the ugly Christmas sweater And the old shovel And the fluffy hat And the everything soup And the hot chocolate And the whiskey, late at night. I sit on my sofa With the sun against my face, And the door slightly open And the fresh air coming through. I sit and long for winter, Somewhere far away.
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AuthorTamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog that may, or may not be, of any significance to anyone other than herself. If you found her lil' life lessons, stories, poems and blurbs meaningful to you, well that's f**ing amazing! Comment and share so she can pat herself in the back - she doesn't do that nearly enough. Cheers. Categories
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