Poetry, Uncategorized

Chilly

You’ve got the sleeves of your sweater
Pulled up past your wrist
It’s chilly, but not quite that chilly

I’ve got the scarf
That I think makes me look sophisticated
It’s chilly, but is it this chilly?

It’s that hot apple cider chilly
The fuzzy blanket chilly
Preferably with you chilly

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