The piercing of the wind
Iced like the mountain peaks
Brought water to my eyes
And a stinging to my cheeks
It left hands too cold to grip
And lips to numb to speak
It cut through my cloak
And made the outlook bleak
I have a very unusual pet He’s a Madagascan Chameleon But he can’t change colour As he has a reptile dysfunction
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