Cold
At early dusk, we beg and plee with ourselves not to wake, because we know how our bones will ache. The tempeture dropped two below,
and you hear your wreched neighbor blowing his driveways snow.
All you can think of is your wind blown hair, thinking twice about fixing it extra nice.
Contemplating on having your work delivered, in fear of the constant shiver.
Iced over rivers and hybernating critters, Is all that is around, I'm in my bed safe and sound, comfort in my warm blanket and pillow, I'm not gonna freeze my ass off like that weeping willow...
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