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Cold

The cold bites hard

In the churchyard.

 

 

The temperature is zero.

I know

These fallen leaves

Do not deceive.

 

 

My autumn has come.

And alone

I go home

Heading for the churchyard

Cold

You kept your top on.

I knew you wouldn’t stay.

When you where gone

I found a piece of pizza

You had left behind.

There are many kinds of takeaway.

And I often find

Such dishes are stone cold