Icy times

I have got the lines mixed up

My photo changed with photo editor

I crossed the Pennine Hills as cold as glass

Not knowing of the death of Sylvia Plath,

Fall in love but do not lose your wits

Do not rush like swine into the muck

Find a truer path with love and luck

Time enough to wait till you are wed

Do no be in haste to go to bed

The Cuban Missile Crisis made us fear

The end of all the world was much too near.

Sylvia lost her life yet I am here

Her baby grabbed at women with long hair

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