Summer’s sizzle leaves
me cold. Instead, winter’s white
embrace warms my heart.
Let it snow
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Summer’s sizzle leaves
me cold. Instead, winter’s white
embrace warms my heart.
Some men hug, but G
envelopes, holds tight, then gives
back more than he takes.
She’d buy Free People,
match and mismatch carelessly,
revel in oddball.
J’s Pied Piper calls.
Mecca of offbeat fashion,
she shops in a daze.
The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
Windows at Lord &
Taylor gleam with holiday
scenes. Small worlds of joy
The heart of the world.
Like fireworks that never fade
explosions of light.
Bryant Park transformed,
craft booths shine with baubles, lit
from within with smiles
Going to New York
to be on TV. Need new
clothes. A tent would work.
Should I say what I
feel, or what attracts readers?
Tempting to sell out.