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NIGHT'S COLD
The night's cold really dinning in my soul.
So muscly!
No wonder why Frankenstein, even the sole fictional mankind creator gave in
so easily with not much resistance.
He was espoused to a companion
...and was certain about getting a warmth.
Should this cold now scare my 'unespoused' self?
Nay... But really scared!
About getting a 'warmthless' companion.
Let then the scary cold do its scary worse.
...and get the worst of my defence.
I shall sail through the cold nightly sea.
The hooting owls, and the termites, and chirping crickets
shall all do...
Goodnight!
© Joshua Books
So muscly!
No wonder why Frankenstein, even the sole fictional mankind creator gave in
so easily with not much resistance.
He was espoused to a companion
...and was certain about getting a warmth.
Should this cold now scare my 'unespoused' self?
Nay... But really scared!
About getting a 'warmthless' companion.
Let then the scary cold do its scary worse.
...and get the worst of my defence.
I shall sail through the cold nightly sea.
The hooting owls, and the termites, and chirping crickets
shall all do...
Goodnight!
© Joshua Books
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