My hands are frozen and cannot type this poem
It’s early spring and ground is still hard from the cold
While I have the heater on full blast
I wish to make a hot chocolate but there’s no mix
And I couldn’t make coffee because I am not sure
If I have enough for the rest of the week
I don’t know when I could go the store
The floor is so chilly that my toes have become solid ice
Even though, I have a pair of socks on
They are so cold that they are lifeless and like frozen fish
One time, it was so cold that I couldn’t feel a thing
That my doctor thought I lost feeling in them
Still, it’s too cold to go without a coat
I wish to go inside my comforter and fall asleep
For it looks like wet snow is coming
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