February 16 2015
It is thirty degrees
My toes, they freeze.
My noes, it sneeze
My knees, they freeze.
It is too cold,
I'm not that bold,
The Atlantic Seas,
All things it sees.
Old ladies tease
Their hair so
It'll freeze.
I'm A Poet and I Know It
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