EYE Fear No Snow
EYE Fear No Snow 
I am a man.
The snow no longer bothers me.
I am beneath it all,
My soul is not inside of me.
It leaves me when I fall.
As I lay here silently,
wating for the trumpet,
It will blow!
I do not any longer fear the snow.
Copyright © 2006 charles hice
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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