Sher Lianne Christian Poems

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1.
Alphabet Soup

My intuitive whiskers sense ideas
in the soft air of morning.
I sigh as feathery breezes skim over me.
Words slip on buttery sun
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2.
Winter Chagrin

Freeze me, squeeze me, winter,
in your cold grip like a vice.
Make my blood run frigid with ice.
Splash me, flash me your sharp grin.
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