Upon a walk through winter wind,
Where I had worn my jerkin thin,
I wished for warmth which had been lost,
If only words could calm the frost.
Yet, perhaps, had my attire,
Held the warmth which I desired
My heart would not quiver-
My limbs would not shake-
My head droops, then shivers,
As I freeze upon my own mistake.
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