Cold Weather

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Oh, this weather is cold
The wind steals all my heat
I’d love to say that I’m all bold
But I finally bought slippers for my feet

The wind steals all my heat
Making me feel without a soul
Then I finally bought slippers for my feet
To keep what the wind stole

I feel without a soul
The wool brings a warming beat
By keeping what the wind stole
And bringing a feeling so sweet

The wool brings a warming beat
I’d love to say that I’m all bold
And having a feeling so sweet
Still, though, this weather is very cold

 

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Knocked Cold

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Life has a harsh way
Of remembering the worst
That it offers.

Time is a tease
Letting a memory fade
And hope to take root.

Then life and time cast their venom,
Rekindling all that is
Awful from the past.

Blood spilled should not be from
Blood, but when it is,
Life betrays itself.

After all this time
I let my guard down.
Your haymaker knocked me cold.

 

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No Longer Fresh

Have you ever thought
That the running of the world
Is really only one big game of Risk
Where the players are world leaders
And we are the little, plastic pieces?

I mean, this world domination, sovereignty thing
Is no longer fresh.
Everybody seems like they are fighting for something
And the wars are no longer cold
Because cultures are really fighting
With rockets, bombs, cyber attacks…

And for what?
Their god?
Oil?
Money?
Land?
Pride?

Maybe I’ll just sit here listening to George Harrison.
That’s fresh…