As I walked through the park there was a soft cold breeze
I bent my clothing to keep me warm from it
I remembered the song about snow that chilled my spin
While walking came an apple that fell right before me
There was something about that cold wintery Tuesday
Next time I go out I will remember to look at my “to stay warm list”
It was so cold I couldn’t even walk in a straight line
Only if I remembered to where my hunting boots
My feet would have been warm like grand moms stew.
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