Walking outside on these bone-chilling days
has affected my body in so many ways.
My nose gets so cold that I can’t feel the drips.
The lack of warm gloves gives me cold fingertips.
The worst of it all are my flaky, dry lips.
The lips are the worst - the worst by a mile.
I’m embarrassed to say they look rather vile.
Can’t grin if I see you; they’ll split if I smile.
Hands in my pocket
It’s there! Don’t know why.
ChapStick in my peacoat
I’m ready to apply.
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