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Winter Chill | ||
| Winter chill is in the air! Jack Frost biting everywhere. 'Tis a day to close the door, Stay inside and not explore. Leave it to the Eskimo Who is happiest in snow. I prefer the tropic sun, When the sweat can freely run, Humid air to keep skin soft Though the sun is bright aloft. I shall shed my coat with glee When the tropic sun I see. | ||
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