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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Cold

  • On Thin Ice.

    Ok so it wasn’t a trip, it was a slip. Friday night just gone exhibited temperatures well below zero. Some of the snow from the days previous had melted but the melt water had frozen into black ice. Saturday, is the day I help out at a local DIY shop. I tried on the boots Read more

  • The Gift of Warmth.

    The gift of warmth would be good. I’m colder than a cold person, in a cold place, with no clothes on and all the windows open. Where did that twisted lyric of the first line of the poem come from ? It’s got to be Dylan, but what is it ? Cold. It’s cold out Read more