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I sat beneath the sun
I sat beneath the sun,
 My body dry and warm
 When, from nowhere, appeared
 A blanket of clouds, gray and forlorn.
 I turned my face up to the sky,
 And what I found, behold:
 Water droplets on my face
 Slimy, slippery, and cold.
 A winter chill ran up my spine
 And circled toward my ear
 And there it paused for a while 
 And said:
 “Listen closely, my dear:
 Don’t think I am a passing front,
 For I am here to stay
 In fact I believe
 I’ll never leave
 For all the live long days.”
 He slipped away from my ear, 
 But frozen I remained;
 How difficult to thaw a fear
 Produced in winter’s pain!

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