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Chilly Bite


Cold breezes,

World freezes;

My friend,

He sneezes.

 

Chilly bite,

Feels so right.

In my mind

I see a light.

 

Freezing cold,

Feeling bold,

I go out;

Say, “This is old.”

 

Take the knife,

And your life.

Follow me and

Meet your wife.

 

Sweat turns to ice

It’s so true

I feel all right;

How ‘bout you?

 

You’re taking

A punch straight to the face.

Don’t forget to tie your lace

And get ready to run the race!

 

It’s on!

The fight for survival.

Who will thrive?

Who’ll remain in denial?

Feeling it now,

Leaving it back.

 

Your time has come, my friend.

It’s time to meet your end.

And with this very knife,

I’ll end your sun-filled life!

 

Don’t mess around with me,

Or you’ll get the lick!

I know what you’ve done

I’ve seen how you run.

To my mind it’ll stick.

Why not welcome your little brother

With wide, open arms?

 

Don’t be a douche,

Or I’ll show you what you did last summer during that month hotter than any other.

Get it now?

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Leyoht

You could say I'm a novelist--but I would say I'm also a poet. I'm one who will find some way to throw words into that perfect rhythm--that structure that unifies everything it can get its hands on. You could say I make those; I'd say that, too.

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