Friday, February 4, 2011

I do not mind you, winter wind.

I Do Not Mind You, Winter Wind
Jack Prelutsky

I do not mind you, Winter Wind
when you come whirling by,

to tickle me with snowflakes
drifting softly from the sky.

I do not even mind you
when you nibble at my skin,

scrambling over all of me
attempting to get in.

But when you bowl me over
and I land on my behind,

then I must tell you, Winter Wind,
I mind . . . I really mind!

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