Freezing

My feet are always cold.

It’s because I’m old.

My blood once coursed in abundance

Indeed, in redundance!

And kept my sweet tootsies quite warm.

No harm.

I’ll put on wooly socks

Which make feet smell like lox

And lamb wool slippers, too!

I’ll forget I hate a shoe

As I forget all else.

Don’t ask for whom it knells…

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