02br 00It does not seem like a poem-- it has no rhythm, no rhyme, no imagery, no metaphor. Without the artificial line breaks, it would be a simple paragraph:02br 02br 01i 00In the cold of winter, snow and ice, you gave me a match lit with fire, and only then I realized that I was cold. 02br 02br 00It is also inconsistent in concept.
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