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Winter wind, please go away -
And take with you those clouds of grey.
Your great big teeth aren’t what I like,
Waiting for their chance to bite
Don’t you pinch my hands and feet.
Your wintry blusters I’ll not greet.
I don’t want your snowy blasts
As you chase past me very fast.
Please take away your icy grip –
As you look round for things to nip.
I’ll shut the door and light the fire -
And you stay there until you tire!
Copyright 2006