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My ode to winter
My ode to winter

My ode to winter

Chicago has finally blown a kiss to the unseasonably warm temperatures of late and we are currently in a bit of a deep freeze. Not nearly like the hellish Polar Vortex of 2014, but still cold enough to piss me off. So sing with me, my friends! Sing to banish winter to anywhere but where I currently am.

It’s my least favorite time of the year

With the freezing wind chills
And the high heating bills
And the shivers I fear
It’s my least favorite time of the year
It’s the worst time of the year for my hair
With the flyaway strands
And the static that lands
On it from the dry air
It’s the worst time of the year for my hair
It’s the col-coldest season of all
With the dry bleeding hands
And the snow covered lands
And the black ice for falls
It’s the col-coldest season of all

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