Cold
Baby, it's cold as ice
And that's not nice
We all seem to like Frozen
Because she's the chosen
My pressure is running high
Because I looked up at the sky
I saw the crystalline snow
And it made my eyes glow
Get out the American Flyer
Because it makes me feel higher
The drifts are growing
And the winds keep blowing
We're in the Winter time
And it sure ain't sublime
A Cold sketch!
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
