iceA Poem by conall about iceice the coldest thing we can touch it keeps our food fresh it keeps our dead preserved
its not all good its dangerous its slippy its cold its hard and granite
when you brake u slide when you stand you fall when you drive you stay still ice is the most dangerous natural thing © 2012 conAuthor's Note
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Authorconwest midlaands, United KingdomAboutim ginger 17 and called conner read my poems and leave feed back but dont be a hater more..Writing
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