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From: ctong@topaz.RUTGERS.EDU (Chris Tong)
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Subject: Re: Frosty sort of poem...
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Date: Wed, 29-Oct-86 21:59:26 EST
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Posted: Wed Oct 29 21:59:26 1986
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Nice! Inspires me to write another "Frosty" poem...

			OLD WIND


		Let it rest wife, no more.
		  What's done is done.


	Old Wind...
	he blew up a storm today, my friend.
	Folks say they've not seen anything like it
	for nigh on fifteen years;
	he came in stealth
	when only neighbors' "How's yer health? It's
	gonna be quite a gale!"
	and diapers waving on the clothsline
	could tell he was there.
	Then he emerged, playful,
	whistling down the chimney and
	through cracks in the windows,
	tossing the garbage cans
	end on end, an errant schoolboy.

	Day wore on and he grew mighty hard;
	he wrestled with the old pine in the front yard
	where me and Shelly used to play
	and blew it away;
			  stalking the fields,
	he, in his prime, cut down all the crops
	long before the harvest time.
	But we had no heat;
	Old Wind
	on his last breath, cold and wild,
	crept in with fingers greedy for life
	and stole my child.  


Chris Tong