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A poem about an autumn and winter of intense, bitter cold - enjoy! |
| The winter temps still cold as heck We’re living like some frosty speck – The frozen days so uninspired Much less spring-like than desired. In this world of freaks and actors Are those bleak and chilly factors: Mornings filled with tons of ice And nights that grip us in their vice. As the weeks pass, little change – The freezing temps still out of range A nasty chill that’s sometimes wet A pouring rain not yielding yet. After springtime comes the summer And no more will it be a bummer Warmer temps shall then prevail Sunny times, no sleet and hail. |