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The wind is howling
its lone wolf song
and the cold is running
through the hollers
with dagger-tongued screeches
that slash through the night
and rip open the throat
of the warm yellow dog
I hear it coming
rattling the windows
with a white fanged mockery
killing yesterday’s spring-fed promises
in the ice of its midwinter madness
Oh, and it’s so cold
ravishing the neck
with needle sharp kisses
that cut to the bone
and sever the head
of golden-haired dreams
while I try to find one coal
left alive in the stove
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