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Triolet Written for the January Year 3 topic of "Triolet - September"

The Cold has now to snatch exaction From all the old, the sick, the weak:
Earth’s slowing pulse through malefaction
The Cold has now to snatch. Exaction
Down to the last convulsive fraction
It seeks. And not a word to speak
The cold has. Now to snatch exaction
From all: the old, the sick, the weak!

© Colin Bailey, January 2009