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Bundled Cold - Nov. 21, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 21, 2025
  • 1 min read

on chilly mornings

I walk with a shiver, blot

my runny nose and eyes

 

this warming world has been

an icy place for a while,

unkind and pitiless

 

and where I live,

November makes it

even more so

 

Thanksgiving, Christmas

and Hannukah may loom

toasty and happy for some

 

while others, bundled and

still cold,   look and wait

for something, anything

 

to slow the tears of circumstance

the tremors of misery

 
 
 

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