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To: Old Sarge
A winter love is most profound
a silver haired woman found
the snugness of the quilt of love
was a gift from heaven above.

The cold winds blow
the hearth is warm
the woman is sheltered from
the storm from a cup of lovingness

A gentle love to grow old
with sweet memories to unfold
evenings by a fire warm
companionship oh so sweet
and toastie slippers for her feet
453 posted on 12/06/2004 8:00:15 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Now, shall we move through winter to spring?
Such a thought, and an exciting thing!
Buds and bees, birdsong and flowers,
pine trees and branch-covered bowers,

Lilting music, the stirring of the earth,
Spring can lend value to a love's full worth,
tended in the loam, growing into fruit,
Spring will make all the sadness and cold moot!


454 posted on 12/06/2004 8:05:31 PM PST by Old Sarge (In for a penny, in for a pound, saddlin' up and Baghdad-bound!)
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