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On Warming Up
 



On bleak winter days when chilling winds blow
'round the rafters and whistle through trees,

You're trapped in by snow, it's tweny below,
arthritis plays Monopoly with your knees;

Grab that gigantic cup from the cupboard,
fill it up with your favourite hot brew,
wrap your fingers around until they have thawed,
sip it steady 'til your lips lose their blue.

Find your old mandolin and start strumming,
choose a tune which might warm hearts of men.

In a little while you'll begin humming,
you'll have warmed up to at least a plus ten.

The same deal for hearts, all battered and blue...
a positive outlook works wonders on you.


By cherryk

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