Wind ChillA Poem by James PaulinWinter ragesblasts scream, buffet, blow as bitter cold whips exposed. raw flesh smarts till numb © 2010 James PaulinReviews
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StatsAuthorJames PaulinMIAboutAfter 38 years of working as an automotive design sculptor, I retired and have been doing a bit of fishing and writing poems. I've gotten better at both and had some recognition. Most of my poems are .. more..Writing
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