All these poets I read about
going for walks in the countryside.
I don't want to walk.
I want to stay inside.
It's too cold. It's about to rain.
The sun is shining in the sky too high.
It will burn my translucent skin,
and that is why I must stay in.
by: Paula Dean Nevison
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