A Breeze

Wind blows and flows,

The weather calls for a sweater,

A breeze and I freeze.


In the Colorado breeze the window disagrees,

I tug but it won’t budge,

I sneeze and I wheeze but it won’t stop,

I shiver and timber so cold.


The window won’t close so I froze,

I turn on the heat and take a seat,

I am now warm in my dorm.

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