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It was cold in early December,
and so frozen their little feet
I have sworn to forget to remember
it's at night, in my dreams, that we meet.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Gina Onyemaechi (4/28/2006 4:37:00 AM)
I don't understand the background to this, Herbs. I still detect a huge sadness in here, though.
Love,
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Mister Insignificant (4/27/2006 6:57:00 PM)
Yes so true it can become cold defending your piece of turf, is that where the term
cold war was born
AJS |
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