As one who's hardly been abroad,
So few rights to complain,
Can't think of any warm reward
Of getting cold again...
Left to decide, I'm staying here,
Don't want to shiver there
And yet I need to make that clear
Since I'm no millionaire...
Close to my heater I must stay,
At home, here, safe and sound,
Not pack my bags then fly away
As if I'm Heaven-bound...
Don't risk that hypothermia!
Admit it's cold in Canada!
Denis Martindale March 2017.
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