While the shadows read Milton__
Cold winter thoughts crackle
& Warm next to the yule fire
Orange flickering fingers
Glow all around our vision
While the shadows read Milton
Aloud in poor taste & too much
Wine that makes us believe
We’re not slowly freezing to death
Two bums in a slow freeze while
Listening to the shadow recite
Classics next to a dumpster fire
Somewhere in Pistol City
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