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I Just Want Warmth
Oh, how I hate these changing seasons,
cold, warm, warm, cold.
Mother Nature, please make up your mind,
can I work in the yard or prepare for more ice?
Rain here, sleet there,
I just want my garden and sweet tea,
that would be nice.
Winter boots or tank tops, or a mixture of both?
Take one off, put two back on, what a cruel joke.
cold, warm, warm, cold.
Mother Nature, please make up your mind,
can I work in the yard or prepare for more ice?
Rain here, sleet there,
I just want my garden and sweet tea,
that would be nice.
Winter boots or tank tops, or a mixture of both?
Take one off, put two back on, what a cruel joke.
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