Note: it is NEVER cool to hang out in a refrigerator.
I’m Moving to My Frigidaire
I’m moving to my Frigidaire,
a boxy, brisky dwelling where
I might escape the August air.
It’s ninety-nine degrees out there!
But in that shivery retreat,
the piercing polar air is sweet.
A frosty, frozen place to beat
the endless, windless summer heat.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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