Cook, Kevin

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10 MANUSCRIPTSMISS FRIGIDAIREKevin CookMiss Frigidaire, your shoulders are too coldto touch, and now I see your eyes are-ice,You've frozen care, and now that I have told·too much, I'm trapped inside your cold device.·/ Had I seen through your play at heat,Complete with neat analyses,Seen past warm touch to cold concrete,I could have known the touch could freeze.Sometimes it's hard to tell the touch of ice from fire.Sometimes I'm sure I'll never learnDisgust can follow from a torturous desire,And ice can freeze what fire couldn't burn.Miss Frigidaire, you think that you don't care--Itdoesn't matter how I play the cards you've dealt.But I'm the one who doesn't care, Miss Frigidaire,And I won't play them. I won't try to make you melt.

Miss Frigidaire

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