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Frigid Wind | ||
| The frigid wind is not my friend. It chills me to the very bone. I wish that it may quickly end, And leave the folks like me alone. The sun deceives us with its glow. It seems to say, "I'm warm, come out." But if I do I surely know The frigid air will make me pout. But nothing lasts forever, right? The icy wind will one day fade. And then the heat will be my plight! I'll savor every bit of shade. | ||
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