Oh, hell - I'm frozen in a box. My skin's tingling.
It's so cold and gloomy here. Won't you let me out?
Christina, this is fun, but I can not get over the idea of peaches being
frozen whole. Maybe ice-boxed in a fruit storage but frozen?
Or you could hold and roll, slice and swim me
in Schnapps until we sink and drown. No,
don't shrink from my icy sheen. And please,
don't crack my kernel - it has a bitter taste -
or leave me in a bowl to turn from gold to mould.
I see to many connectors - or, no and and please.
Thanks.
Gary
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