THE WIND BITES

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THE WIND BITES

The wind is biting,

We are fighting

It’s teeth of icy pain…

Our eyes drip water,

Our teeth do chatter,

Catching our winter chilblain.

Hurry and scurry

Out of the flurry,

Our coats clutched ever so tight…

Our scarves are wrapped,

Our lips are chapped…

Make haste to get home tonight.

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