bones achin'
throat burnin'
ears ringin'
floor's turnin'!
12 pots of water
[boiled on the stove, just like old times]
carried carefully up 1 flight of stairs
up and down,
All to catch a cold
from getting bad.
And so colds happen
on frozen and white
January nights
& mischievous winds
thoughtlessly
extinguish pilot lights.
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