ice

ice

A Poem by con
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all about ice

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ice

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 con


Author's Note

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Added on December 14, 2012
Last Updated on December 14, 2012
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con
con

west midlaands, United Kingdom



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