SightseeingA Poem by HebeBeautiful city Montreal, will return in summer..
I will remember that night, forever!
trying to come up with a new word for cold but my brain was forming ice chunks that were dropping down to my toes like those new refridgerators with the automatic icemakers this was Montreal, last week of the year I sat huddled in the back seat with three of my friends let's go sightseeing someone suggested I was dressed in layers, something like a lasagna with an extra topping of melted mozzarella I was sure nothing could penetrate this garb we finally arrived at the monument under the icy ink sky I stepped out of the car gingerly one toe at a time my breath tried to retreat back through my nostrils and my skin must have looked like a chicken cutlet left in the freezer too long the wind howled and I stood there as if naked that last layer of mozzarella didn't do crap! the needles of cold pierced themselves down to my bones enough of this, no monument is worthy of this much freeze factor I jumped back into the car, and sat as my friend unlocked my jaw with an ice pick Happy new year to you too ! © 2016 HebeReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 28, 2016 Last Updated on September 30, 2016 AuthorHebeNJAboutMy passion is dancing Argentine Tango. It takes a minute to fall in love with it and a lifetime to master it. It is elusive & addictive. It is obsessive & blissful. It can take you through a rainb.. more..Writing
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