I really can't say It's cold outside in Fort Lauderdale. But with bright skies, A high and returned mail. Black! 'Tis the season for treats. Warm cold temperatures, My cover is like a tree. A gift, who miss me? If Scrooge this morning... Imagine a beach spot Far away... fronts hot, And cold feet. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2024 K.A. Smith
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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