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Posted by Jay Olson
January 26, 2016 -
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A memory hidden deep within the creases of my mind,
Came slashing with a crispness that I seldom, now days, find.
Zipping eights and flying crystal gave me quite a chill.
Flying over frozen ponds--a most delightful thrill.
A mug of steaming cocoa, I hold in my frozen hand.
The time was very long ago in a far off frozen land.
The silent sound of cutting blades upon the winters lake;
Has brought me from a deep warm sleep and jolted me awake.
Where am I? Do I lie in bed? Or am I somewhere far away?
Perhaps this isn't just a dream--it's really hard to say.
My cheeks are cold as polished steel--my breath, it looks like steam.
I've never felt this cold in bed--it must not be a dream.
Zipping eights and rusty skates that rest upon the shelf.
It's some rekindled memory of my former self.
My feet are cold as ice cream--my ears are cherry red.
All of this has happened while I lie tucked into bed.~Jay O.
