do do do...what to do. i know, i'll write a poem just for you! ^_ ( Read more... )

do do do...what to do...got nothin to do, so i'll write a poem for you!

The Cold Within
Six humans trapped by happenstance, in bleak and bitter cold,
 Each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the stories told.

Their dying fire in need of logs, the first man held his back,
For of the faces ‘round the fire, he noticed one was black.

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