says, stay in, don't go
out there.
i stick my
foot out the door
and feel
the cold.
my newspaper
is in the wind.
i see a bird
shivering in the tree
with his
overcoat.
a squirrel walks
by with the smallest
cup of hot
coffee
i've ever seen,
he looks at me
and shakes his head.
stay home
he says, if you can..
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