Colder than the coldest blizzard!

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My own little boy,

Inside of me and yet not part of me,

He belongs to her that would run away,

“I’m crying because I miss her,”

He tells me and my heart does a backflip,

“That’s my nightmare: my mum’s gone away,”

He confides in me and my heart cries silent tears,

If ever I do see her again, my coldness will set her teeth chattering!



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