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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