Why we go when it's so cold, we don't really know.
I fret at the wet squishy feeling I get
When I walk in my socks, 'cause I lost some dumb bet.
Then a fox ate my socks as they dried on the rocks.
And now my poor toes are feeling cold shocks.
My imagination rhymes! Sometimes. (That one was unintentional. Honest.)
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