Bored

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366@40 Day 226 171211

Too cold to go out,
Nowt here to do in,
Sit here and just twiddle,
Chuck things at the bin.

Too cold to go out,
Bored here in this place,
Sit here so nearly asleep,
Staring out in to space.

Too cold to go out,
I so miss the sun,
Sit here in the cold,
Not my idea of fun.

Too cold to go out,
But I will not weep,
My bed nice and warm,
I catch up on sleep.


 
 
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