Beneath the PermaFrost

My legs thought to recede

from the Mouth to the cottonseed.

O Frost, how White completes you,

Yet My Butterfly she never overviewed.

 

The force of A Boy’s Will ends-

Cholera never made amends.

Elliot, O Elliot, may peace become

alongside Irma and all the troubles that come.

 

Nothing Gold Can Stay,

For my angels make way.

O Fire and Ice, when can you suffice,

But Out and Out did they go for thrice.

 

Pondering readers seek meaning

Beneath the PermaFrost lies those beaming.

Excellence is taught within the walls-

A new career be of those that it draws.

 

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