WinterA Poem by David KeithI walk out my door, Into Wintersmorning dark, freshly fallen snow on the ground, My street is still, warm, windless, The whole earth is empty yet full of warmth and life, and I am the only man in it © 2010 David KeithReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 12, 2010 Last Updated on September 12, 2010 AuthorDavid KeithIndianapolis, INAboutMy name is David Keith. I am 21 years old in the Army reserve, looking to start college somewhere. I love coffee, all kinds of literature, and I am enamoured with the films of Kurosawa and Chaplin. I .. more..Writing
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