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Chill Comin’

I can feel it comin' in the night,

oh yeah, the winter chill.

I can feel it comin' in the night,

oh yeah, the winter chill.

For it there ain't no pill,

no winter pill, oh no.

When it comes creeping in the dark,

like water trickling downhill, downhill.

I tried to escape you going south,

but those were just words,

loose words from my mouth.

I thought I saw you comin', yeah,

I thought I knew what you did.

But I was mistaken badly,

when you crept into my bed, instead.

Under covers with the draft,

you tickled my tenders,

with that awful, cold laugh.

Although I thought I knew what you did,

Winter, you betrayed autumn instead.

So I seek the warmth of the sun in the mornin’,

cuz the chill keeps on comin' without any warnin'.

I saw what you did,

and know what you do.

Winter, oh winter,

lookin’ out for you.

Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull

11/19/20

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