Layering is the style of the season.
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I shiver from my blankets,
And flee my chilly room;
Must not be late for work,
So across the house I zoom.
I light the scary antique heater
And bask in its radiant glow.
When the bathroom is nice and toasty
Into the shower I go.
Fluffy bathrobe, morning tea,
Give the morning news a read,
Cast the clock a silent plea,
Then armor up gainst daily need.
First the basics, then thermal wear;
Two pair of socks, and heavy slacks
To ward against the winter air,
Three sweaters to ward icy attacks.
Gloves and hat, heavy coat,
A hand-knitted scarf wrapped
Around my scratchy throat.
I feel hampered, entrapped
In all this wintry gear…
Couldn’t it just be summer
All through the year?
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