513 (18.11.2015)

I've got a shell I'm gonna climb in now,
And hideaway from all the world a while,
I'll put these things away behind my brow,
Impose on myself my own self exile.
The weather invites closing down of things,
I've shut the shutters up and locked the doors,
Outside the wind with winter's chorus sings,
Inside there's only sounds of sounds outdoors.
Turn off the lights go back to bed and stay,
There where it's nice and warm beneath the sheets,
Let's hibernate until the month of May,
Then reemerge to spring and all its treats.
The wind is bending trees out in the rain,
Don't wake me up until it's warm again.

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