Late Night Walk in the Small Town


Wet fuzzy socks in my shoe

Squish every time I walk

Around the block with you


Warm winter window smiles

From  strangers sharing dinner

I hope this street carries us for miles.


If you hold onto me so I´m not cold

You can help me cross

The small lakes that scatter the road.


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