My Cardboard Balcony

My Knight by Belinda Roddie I knew when you hold me, I am not warm - the steel encasing me is always cold, clinging to fingers of frost as if the grip brings it comfort. Once I'm able strip myself of this armor, you will perhaps feel the heat radiating from my core, like a furnace, but softer, more pulsating, more manageable against your shivering skin.

Come meet us by the swimming pool, and afterward, we'll play a game of pool. And after that, why not chip a few dollars into the growing pool so we can afford to keep our swimming pool full? Look out - Steve is going to crush that eight ball, and my Magic Eight Ball says that your billiards outlook is not so good. C'mon, throw some bucks into the pot - it's for a friend, after all!