Igloo
By tedbeck
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
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Igloo
Half of my
being,
I can no longer retrieve,
My
friends they don't see it,
I could never
deceive,
If you heated an
igloo,
The mess it would
leave,
You'd say "That's an
igloo!"
No-one could
believe,
Like an igloo
melted,
And the reason I'd
breathe,
Part of me is
invisible,
She just had to leave.
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