A Desire

After the breeze slowed,
In water I frozed,
Ice on the wet face,
Dashed and dozed,
Feel was good.
I thought, I could
But as in the woods,
Remain a hood,
A Desire of should,
Overcame the could.
I now stood for half an hour,
Playing with the cigar,
Which produced smoke of failure in the radar.

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