The Rhythm of the Cold

My teeth chatter with surprising rhythm One-e-and-a-Two-e-and- A bright red face from the scolding wind. My knees knock, One and Two And my feet tap, One Two times this week I've sat in the cold And two times this week I wished I were inside

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