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I became yours

three years ago,

and I have waited,

patiently,

for the cold weather

that so rarely comes.

Now,

when it hits -3 degrees,

my hope warms,

flush with anticipation 

that you will,

at last,

call on me

to keep you warm,

snuggle you;

but I see

you walk outdoors 

in a flannel shirt,

long johns,

and my buddy the gloves...so

Fuck you!