Temperature

A fodder's. daughter was the otter.
Beckoning for the cold.
A fine knit sweater her modder knet her.
High above the moon.

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Yarbrough
A dreamy piece. What good is a sweater if it's always hot. Bring on the snow! It has been a strange winter.
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