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Raindrops on roses
and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles
and warm woolen mittens
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What good is the dawn
that grows into day?
The sunset at night
or living this way?
For I have the warmth of the sun
within me at night.
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Her hair reminds me of
a warm, safe place where
as a child I'd hide
and pray for the thunder
and the rain
to quietly pass me by
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Poem: Housewarming
Memory is a cozy old blanket
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