Cold Feet
Cold Feet
My legs are cold turning into lumps of ice
If I get up, they may break off like icicle on roofs
In Oslo when the spring comes around
Many people are killed that way an instant frozen
Diffusion a deep frozen head that can’t remember
Yesterday, but there is nothing one can do about it
It is forbidden to walk in the middle of the road.
Am I a snowman in a big garden left alone at night?
Don`t people know a snowman too can feel cold
despite coal eyes and carrot nose a warm heart
beats and looks in the Guardian to find a mate, but
the ladies demand too much wants me to be funny
entertaining and most awful of all sociable.
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