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fifty three

I shiver in my bed
Unable to get up for fear,
Fear that my limbs will become numb
and then fall off
But i must get moving
I draw the blankets tighter
And dash for the bathroom
A steamy shower then speed to get dressed
Undershirts required and old ugg boots
Hot coffee mixed with coacoa for breakfast
Turn on the tv
Oh, its fifty three degrees?
I better call in sick today...
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