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On Getting Warm
 
Adelaide August,
wicked wild wind gust,
cold blows.
Rugged up we needs must
weather man? Can't trust,
cold toes.
Hot toast with thick crust,
really can't be fussed,
cold nose.

Sisters together,
aged like fine leather,
caring.
Darn the cold weather,
duvet, soft feather,
sharing.
All in a dither,
cold front and nether,
glaring





By cherryk

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