At five degrees
my eyeballs feel
like they will freeze.
Tears stream down my cheeks,
burning my face.
My fingers are stiff
inside my mittens
and the cold of the street
comes through my boots
into my feet.
BRRRRR! I am cold thinking about this! And I definitely do not want to move to Ohio. I think someday in the summer, when it's really hot, you should write a companion poem for this one!
BRRRRR! I am cold thinking about this! And I definitely do not want to move to Ohio. I think someday in the summer, when it's really hot, you should write a companion poem for this one!
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