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Eggs, potatoes, cheese, spinach, milk.
.
A woman’s smile can melt a heart
That’s grown so cold and icy
A woman’s touch can heal the scars
That hides the pain precisely
.
But when smile and touch have gone away
As they have done before
The sun is cold,
The daytime night
Dark shadows scratch the floor
.
My heart grows hard
The pain bursts forth
And sorrow comes to haunt me
I cannot breathe.
I cannot fly
My tears have filled the dark sea
.
Tonight, I eat plain toast alone.
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Mr. Winter has written novels, books of poetry and short stories, and books on acting. He has written over three dozen plays, winning the S.C. Playwright’s Festival. His inventive theatrical work has been seen in the US and Europe.
A.F. Winter has been acting, teaching, and directing, for over 30 years. He created a theatre which worked with at-risk youth giving them positive alternatives in their lives.
Please visit his website at AFWinter.com.
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