winter tongue comes
licking my thin lips
keeping my pockets full
of my shrinking fingers
while I wait for snow fall
pouring rain came instead
I have to cover my head
I could have been in office
writing reports for my boss
that would be tomorrow after
I gather all these paperwork
he probably never read them
he's busy calculating football
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