Chilly winds blow winter in
And so, it’s hot tea
And suiting up warmly
Before setting out,
Getting dressed
Takes such a long time
That one hesitates to make the effort,
Except for essential errands.
Hence, when I prepared to grocery shop,
I rolled out my bundle buggy,
The one held together
By coat hanger wire and a metal ring,
This wreck that had been abandoned,
That I fixed up as best I could
And yet has carried many a heavy load,
Over these past seven plus years;
And out into
The icy breeze I ventured,
Scarf well wrapped
And hat and gloves pulled on tight
But a refreshing change
From the rains,
Earlier in the week,
For at least twas clear and dry,
Not a cloud overhead
And the streets practically empty,
As everyone who could be
Stayed in or drove somewhere else, I suppose,
Thus I had the city walks
Mostly to myself,
Even though I shopped downtown
But that was fine with me.
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