There is snow,
Everywhere I go,
I am bold,
To go out into the cold
It's too cold too roam,
better to head straight home
So, I can drink something hot,
as cold beverages, I'd rather not.
Tonight I will go schluffy
In PJ's extra warm and fluffy.
Perhaps, I will write again tomorrow,
The end of the poem is a sorrow.
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