Waiting For Sunshine

Waiting For Sunshine short poem

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Winter winter please go
Need some warm sunshine
Cold nose to cold feet..
A sneeze here a sneeze there
God bless you they all would say
Mufflers caps jackets will do the trick
From the icy chilly winter prick..
My bed my cosy bed
All I long and always in my head
Lazy lazy getting nothing done
Fireplace gives peace
No icecreams please
So cold it feels
Just hot soups and tea
Popcorns peanuts coffee
Raising some pounds
Wishing calories won’t count
Will work out I promise
Once you go
Winter dear please go
I am waiting for the sun to shine
Coz I need some warm sunshine!!

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