I used to be plumper and seldom felt cold.
I liked 68 degrees.
But now I’ve lost weight and I’ve gotten so old,
my hands every afternoon freeze.

I’ve always liked winter for hunkering in.
I’m fond of the fireplace view.
But now with my shivering herringbone skin,
I’m shifting to 72.

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