Chattering Teeth #miserablecoldness Chilly, chilly, winter, Makes my teeth chatter The more colder The more chatterer. A cold, centipede walk, Went down my spine, A chattering, teethy talk, Was not divine. My arms and mittens... Around my neck to chin Cold, rotten feels I could not walk because of my cold shin. The sun raised up to my hopes The cold winter had ended, Just like freedom from a prison The cold is now suspended, Oh god, too much hot, I think I just sold my gold Please, please... Come back... Cold.
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