Winter's WarmthA Poem by Art FreemanI remember the day of winter's warmth.
I remember how often I felt
I remember how our insides laid there
Watching the constant process
Two very attractive attracting magnets,
Now, here, living a life left for the here after.
'Cause, what was can no longer be.
For it seems, because of thee,
For it seemingly seems to me,
And quite pleased at how well
Startled, I thought,
How often do we get © 2010 Art FreemanFeatured Review
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Added on April 14, 2008Last Updated on October 25, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorArt FreemanBrooklyn, NYAbout...I rode for Miles on Coltrane...became Dizzy when I met the Duke...spent the Holiday with the King...and a handsome Monk...but it was a colorful Hancock that taught me how to Cooke and Count... - a.. more..Writing
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