How do you feel about cold weather? (Poetry Prompt)
They say that birds of a feather, flock together.
Well this old bird likes colder weather!
I’d rather be cold than covered in sweat.
Beads running down my face. My clothes sopping wet.
There is nothing worse than feeling hot.
Nope. Not even one single thought!
So I’ll take the cold weather, any old day!
And I’ll move back to Illinois come next May!
Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 5.20.2025

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