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Mar 2019
Windchill on a wintry day is like rubbing salt into a wound
It makes eyes and nose water like a crying kid
Negative temperature puts your jacket to the test
The bones can tell when your jacket fails
Extreme cold could be quite unfriendly
Risk and danger it is to the homeless
Acrostic poem about winter. If you live in a temperate country, you would know what I'm talking about
Gods1son
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Gods1son  26/M/Canada
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