Woe is Me

Not weary with the cars of day,
Not worn with any woes,
I stand within the sun’s last ray
And wait the winter snows.
And while I wait I think of she
Who wore no winter clothes,
But leaped half-naked into me
And kissed me on the nose!
And then she shivered, “Brrr!” she said,
And snow put down my back.
Alas! The woe of life,” I said,
“So glad to have you back!”

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