Winter winter
A thorn, a splinter
Can I ever pluck it out?
For this I am in doubt

Compelled to no end
Ramification! Damnification!
No sanctification can ever your heart mend

So I pose the following question. Can you respond without hesitation?
If you were such a gestalt was I truly at fault? Please state it!  I too am jaded.

Oh this thorn! This splinter!
It’s so frigid in our home where it’s winter.

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Namaste my wonderful followers and readers. I love each one of you to the max.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G