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cold and damp,
that's for sure,
soaked to my very core.
my bones do ache,
the joints do creak,
shivering all the time,
just can't seem to shake the chill,
blanket upon blanket,
piled high on top...
a bowl of soup,
a cup of broth,
can't seem to shake the cold.
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the chill
the chill
