The river breeze, by some degrees,
Makes me
feel that much colder,
But I can
freeze, with knocking knees,
Much quicker
since I’m older.
Yet when the
sun, to have some fun,
Peeks out
from where it’s hidden,
My chill is
done and there’ll be none
Returning
when it’s bidden.
For warmth
sinks deep and I can keep
The wind
from now invading.
No shiver’s
creep will somehow seep
Inside; I
feel it fading.
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