Poetry | 16 Lines
My feet grow cold
January snow
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My tea pot sings
My imagination has wings
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A warm cup of ginger
Is all I remember
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An incense blows
While my mind grows
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I wrap my legs
Around the pegs
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The chair is my friend
I sit and enjoy the wind
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A shower at night
To get it right
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Turn off the light
And rest for the night
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