it made my toes curl
in a pathetic attempt
to keep the circulation
of my timid blood
flowing.
-it was draining
to be battered by
blistering hails
of winter hazards.
my nose once told me
it was at least minus 2,
-and that was the last
i heard from it.




Well written, congratulations on your bronze

Wonderful poem

Whatever....trust you'll do well in the Contest!






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