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Jul 2020
I’m so so cold
The chill is pearcing
There’s a shiver inside of me
My skin feels like it’s burning
The door is open
On comes the granny blanket
I’m snuggled up now
But I’m still cold
I feel the cold a creeping
Up and down my skin
I’m afraid to go a sleeping
Afraid of what I’ll let in!
Still spooked!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
Written by
Theresa Hartley-Mace  64/F/Calverton
(64/F/Calverton)   
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     Zoi Ardens, --- and The Gray Wolf
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