Blood red ice,
on a cold winter night,
giving us quite a fright,
that one that wasn't that nice,
told us those lies qand gave us no tries
for the task presented at hand.
the one we showed,
the one we knowed
to be the one who can.
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PoetryMy second book of poems, love these poems a lot, I love all of my poems for that matter.
