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The Intruder Today I think I hear you
slightly tapping at my door
I know you're there I can feel you
your presence chills me to the core.
I feel your breath upon my face
even though you are unseen
your icy fingers caress me softly
your arrival brings bad things.
Each time the door is open
you try hard to wander in
I guess I'll have to stop fighting you
'cause I know you're going to win.
Yesterday you didn't bother me
but today's another story
Old Man Winter has arrived
in all his winter glory. copyright 2001 Shirley Delk Roberts |
