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As I hurry to get out of the cold,
my joints feel stiff, like I'm old.
There is a constant chill in the air,
That seems to get itself everywhere.
Everyone has to bundle up,
and maybe get hot chocolate in a cup.
The trees look naked without leaves,
leaves that must have been taken by thieves!
The heaters get turned on,
pushing the cold outside where it belongs.
A common scent that I smell,
is burning leaves, gathered from where they fell.
The roads tend to get icy,
which encourages cars to spin out, not very nicely.
The cold causes people to scooch together,
and get to rediscover why they like each other.