The Keening

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    The Keening
    The wind's cold, keen edge
    Cuts through my clothing,
    Carving a chill down my spine.
    It's icy sting tears my eyes,
    As it howls its glee
    At being the cause of my misery.

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    Morocco commented on The Keening

    02-11-2009

    need a little bit more to get too the full effect
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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