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Jan 2017
It's cold outside, like the tip of a dog's muzzle
It seems like a good day to stay in and cuddle
It also seems like the wind in the air
Invites the intrepid to run out somewhere
So whether you snuggle indoors or trek outside
Good luck to those at the sun's low winter tide
Breeze-Mist
Written by
Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
(19/F/North America)   
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