Tuesday, September 24, 2013

365 Poems in 365 Days: Fire

Calves are freezing and shins are melting
Sitting out in front of the fire
Funny shapes amidst the burning
Disappear when we build it higher

'Calves are freezing and shins are melting' was said by Boris as we sat around the fire pit. Someone else thought they saw Morrowind in the fire, which I might comment on if I knew anything about the Elder Scrolls series. Number 224.

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