Winter Fangs

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Abstract

n></figure><p id="ee82">The days of summer drifted tranquil as a dream, with thoughts of winter buried back in early spring. But now I hear that he has blown back into town to stir unpleasant memories of times gone by. This morning brought him calling in his bleak, white coat. Around him flowers wilt beneath his rude

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embrace. I hear his whispers beckoning to let him in and see his frosty breath fog up the window-panes. Above my door his icy fangs hang waiting for a chance to drop and snuggle close against my skin — to nibble at my ears and chap my lips. Oh how I shudder at the thought of winter's dreaded kiss.</p></article></body>

A Grossblank Poem

The days of summer drifted tranquil as a dream, with thoughts of winter buried back in early spring. But now I hear that he has blown back into town to stir unpleasant memories of times gone by. This morning brought him calling in his bleak, white coat. Around him flowers wilt beneath his rude embrace. I hear his whispers beckoning to let him in and see his frosty breath fog up the window-panes. Above my door his icy fangs hang waiting for a chance to drop and snuggle close against my skin — to nibble at my ears and chap my lips. Oh how I shudder at the thought of winter's dreaded kiss.