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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Conversation With Jack
[time] => 2004-05-26 16:55:57
[hometext] => An Interesting and surprising conversation with some one we all know
[bodytext] => I walked out side my door today. Jack was sitting on my stoop. Whistling his timeless song again as he'd done the winter through. "Do not whistle at me yet until I put on my jacket I'll be back sure you bet then we can do some talking" I killed the flowers Jack whistled I turned the leaves to brown "They'll grow back in the spring again bright colors will abound" I made the crops to wither down they all bowed down to me "But not before the harvest came" I pointed out happily I built my walls of snow like brick I made paths slick with ice "The sun melted your walls away and the puddles took to the skies All winter long I've been trapped in my home like a rat in the maze of a cat I was barely escaping the onerous duties that circumstance laid on my head my heart was e're frozen like a block of ice and my troubles became like a stone my brothers were pressing my love to the limit freezing the marrow in my bones! But look now Jack while we've been talking the snow and ice melted away. And your whistle has lost all its luster I only need a sweater today When summer comes you'll be gone but the winter will come again for now I'm going to my quiet place to write of the things that we say" Hear my whisper in the wind feel my chill one last time see the clouds turn grey before me hear the icycles chime I'll be back bringing cold again as sure as Jack frost is my name Just as spring and summer must come winter shall be here again. His voice faded into the wind Leaves rustled on the ground circling skyward before me as Jack frost left with a bound. I guess I'd best enjoy the summer take each advantage I've got today Jack was just whispering In December he'll be howling a lot [comments] => 6 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Archie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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