Baby, It’s Mild Outside

Somebody turn down the temperature,
This just doesn’t feel right.
The days are grey and drizzly,
I could take or leave a coat.
No clouds of condensed breath
Or rosy, wind-chapped cheeks,
Only frequent sighs and longing stares
Through dripping window panes.
Merry Christmas,
Don’t forget your umbrella.

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