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If, love be
the path of fools
Then tread cautiously
but do not hesitate
Walk through the snowy
glade of silvery frost
Sparkling jewels, fragile
to the touch
And glide down, descend
to the valley, white
Deep in crispy serenity
And love? Meet it
Take it, taste it
And consume its warmth
December 4, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
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