Sky press cold
And turned down the temperature
Laughter became shudders and shakes
as the sky threw chills into the struggling pedestrians
The icy wind bended and fattened and thinned
Finding it´s way to our goosebumped skin
the sky pressed down jeepers
the heat I clowned was found roaming northbound
Climbing like spiders the cold front up from the South
shocks the tropics and we search for warm clothes
and palm tree groves no longer contain the warm breeze
The falling degrees trigger snivels and sneezes
Conveying the cold is my rhymey rhyme
Hope the season is pleased I mean winter time
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