The chills up my spine in winter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about winter. just a little funny.

Submitted: February 12, 2014

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The wind blows hard, as cold as ice.
My mind escapes to summer, when the weather is nice.
I look to the fields, as they are covered in white.
How i used to run through them, dry and cool at night.
The trees all naked, with no leaves.
The grass is all dead, no green, not even weeds.
I turn my back to the wind, but a chill runs up my spine.
My hair blows in my face, only making me want to whine.
The snow gets in my boots, making my feet cold and numb.
When i walk over ice, i slip and fall on my bum.
I hate winter, it makes my lips all torn.
I want to go back to Florida, where the sand is nice and warm.


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