Cold
In this season of cold. I try to stay bold. Although, the world is on hold Who are we not to fold. I really want to doke. The constant heavenly cry is much. Thank God, I have raincoat. In this weather, I can't cope. With the way things are going, my raincoat can't hold my cold, and if I don't doke, I can't cope.
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