dip my fingers in lake
reaching for my ball
i feel a painful sting
nobody bit me it's cold
i grab my towel to wipe
even my towel is frozen
we were excited playing
i told my partner it is
getting warmer but he said
'your fingers are numb'
i could agree it's blue
looks like summer raisin
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