Cold

Winter comes round once a year,

This was the worst one,

In about 30 years,

Somehow, we managed to stay warm,

As the cold wind blew outside,

We got packed up,

And embraced the cold,

Now our toes can shiver,

In our big green wellies,

The spiders have been sleeping,

Waiting to nip at our feet,

The cold.

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