My hands are cold, they always are,
A destination too afar
For warmth to travel, so it’d seem,
The tips, they find are too extreme
To stay for long, they cut it short,
A more hospitable resort
Is what they seek and hope to meet
But won’t if they fly south to feet.
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Reowr 
Well, you know what they say…cold hands, bad circulation…or something.
And here I thought it was the all-inclusive thing…
I am still smiling!
Maybe because you have warm hands 😛
Reblogged this on The Arkside of Thought | Poetry, Politics, Philosophy, Life and commented:
Wordsmithery. Nice.
My hands are cold this morning need to move to warmer climate
Or a nice hot cup of tea to wrap them around. 🙂