Without any warning and without my permission
Winter swept in, looking for submission.
I won’t surrender…I won’t be cold,
But I shiver so easily...I must be getting old!
I’ll not grab my sweater I’ll not wrap it tight
To swaddle myself...it just ain’t right.
I pledge to stand firm...to get up on my feet,
And march right over......and turn up the heat!
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