glove in a cold climate

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glove in a cold climate ( a poem of sorts )



'round these arse endz

temperatures fall

as humpty dumpty

from the wall

the berlin wall

in '89

november's eggs

remember time



our scrambled selves

that sinking sun

first fingers tingle

then just numb

no titus oates

are frozen us

but when warm goes

on go them gloves

...













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