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Crash Test Dummies
sonnet 2
The cold is here, the woods are full of snowThe river with its crusted banks of ice
Bespeak of winter drownings long ago
The chest pressed tightly, as though in a vise
The birds have flown away to warmer climes
The mammals in their caves to hibernate
The summer seems a lost and gentle time
When grass grew up against the swinging gate
The children's cheeks have turned a rosy red
The wealthy are beside their fires, warm
And then there's he who is without a bed
In which to lay and ride the raging storm
And in the graveyard, cold old bones do lie
And far above, the stars light up the sky