What passes for poetry at 3am January 2, 2008 / R.J. Keller ID vs. SUPEREGO My toes are coldMy nose is coldMy fingers are coldAnd so are my hands. The cold woke me out of a sound sleep. Even with my wool socks on. I want to turn the furnace up but oil is too damned expensive. Fucking winter. Share this:FacebookTwitterPinterestTumblrMoreEmailPrintRedditLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Not a cold weather fan, eh? I like the stuff myself. One of my favorite things “when I wore a younger man’s clothes” was a tramp in the woods during or just after a snowfall, especially at night.
But I sobered up a few years ago.
One wonders why you call Maine home?
I don’t usually mind winter. But this year I do. Don’t ask me why, ’cause I don’t know.
Amen. I’m ready for spring now.
Here’s a link.
I finally got mine going.
hooseiertoo, I just don’t like the cold weather in my house and the sound it makes as it sucks the money from my bank account…..
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