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It’s raining here, and it won’t stop. I was waiting in fear, soaked like m’ nana’s mop I’m cold, I’m shaking, my legs are trembling. I’ve got no more heat, and my hands ‘r like a dead-beat. I pulled ‘em out, of m’ leather pockets, what will I see, frozen chicken nuggets. All blushed up, hard like a brick, all freezed up, rollin’ like a stuffed up ***** Pulled my hat up, got my jacket tight, from thumb to toe, I was like the reaper Joe. Trying to warm ‘em, trying to rub ‘em, but they are more stiff, than an ice-cold shiv. I need something to make ‘em move again, I need to feel your warmth, dear woman. They’ll start moving, they’ll be bouncing, they’ll get red, and I won’t be sad. Just get me in, I promise I’ll behave, I’ll do what I’m told, just get me out of this cold.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
Cold Hands
It’s raining here, and it won’t stop. I was waiting in fear, soaked like m’ nana’s mop I’m cold, I’m shaking, my legs are trembling. I’ve got no more heat, and my hands ‘r like a dead-beat. I pulled ‘em out, of m’ leather pockets, what will I see, frozen chicken nuggets. All blushed up, hard like a brick, all freezed up, rollin’ like a stuffed up ***** Pulled my hat up, got my jacket tight, from thumb to toe, I was like the reaper Joe. Trying to warm ‘em, trying to rub ‘em, but they are more stiff, than an ice-cold shiv. I need something to make ‘em move again, I need to feel your warmth, dear woman. They’ll start moving, they’ll be bouncing, they’ll get red, and I won’t be sad. Just get me in, I promise I’ll behave, I’ll do what I’m told, just get me out of this cold.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
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