Carolina Prep Press
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Mrs H Poetry
Cold Hard Luck
by Mrs. H
Crunching across the empty field,
Cold whipping across my neck,
Scarfless and red-nosed,
like Rudolph and his pals,
I slide on ice patches,
lose my grip,
topple,
tumble,
and fall.
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