Wearing mittens
boots all laced up
scarf around my neck
it's so cold
I can see my breath
hell
it's so cold
Jack Frost isn't nipping at my nose
he's already chewing it
Winter in Maine
well you'd think it'd be grand
there is so much ice here
that there is nowhere to stand
the birds have flown south
in Florida they land
People cover their lips with Chapstick
there is so much snow in Brunswick
seriously whats the deal with it?
I may get ******* hypothermia
walking to my bus stop
Thank heavens I wore my wool socks
© 2013 Emily Larrabee. Legally Copyrighted, all rights reserved
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Wearing mittens
boots all laced up
scarf around my neck
it's so cold
I can see my breath
hell
it's so cold
Jack Frost isn't nipping at my nose
he's already chewing it
Winter in Maine
well you'd think it'd be grand
there is so much ice here
that there is nowhere to stand
the birds have flown south
in Florida they land
People cover their lips with Chapstick
there is so much snow in Brunswick
seriously whats the deal with it?
I may get ******* hypothermia
walking to my bus stop
Thank heavens I wore my wool socks
© 2013 Emily Larrabee. Legally Copyrighted, all rights reserved
written on a day it was -18 here :O
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