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Riding to school in the dark and the snow,

Biking on ice, at least 10 below.

Get to class quick, out of the cold,

No time for polite - push and be bold.

Lean on the radiator, get all that heat,

Bum is on fire but can't feel the feet.

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"Can't write the test Sir, my hands are like ice".

"Ouch! my ear Sir, that's not very nice".

My writing's all squiggly, shaky, and weak,

but it's a damn sight better than trying to speak.

Breath comes out frosty, croaky, and wet,

can't wait for the break to light a cigarette.

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The playground's all white, slippy as hell,

and so is the field, and tuck shop as well.

The wind is outrageous, biting, and sharp,

if it gets much colder I'll have wings and a harp.

When does playtime finish? I'm cold and I'm sick.

Ring the bell now Miss, come on, be quick.

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Can't handle much more, the lesson's so boring.

The next-desk girl is so enraptured she's snoring!

Up now is French, so I'll have to be bright,

The teacher's a dragon, so quick to ignite.

And finally maths, the last of the day,

I can add two and two and then be away.

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Get on that bike, and peddle like mad,

get home and change, there's fun to be had.

Out in the drifts, with snowballs and things,

yes, got his big nose, I bet that one stings.

Now time for the sledge, down that steep hill,

faster and faster, boy what a thrill!

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Oh, come on our Mum, it's not cold at all,

let us stay out, we're having a ball.

There's so much to do, and snowmen to make.

Bedtime or not, we're all wide awake.

Oh, hot soup and cider, well okay I guess.

Just warm it up nicely while I undress.

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Well, that was good fun, but now time for bed,

Try to calm down the brain and the head.

Dream some nice dreams, think who you've met.

That stunning third former, the gorgeous brunette.

At school tomorrow, if she says, "Hello",

It really won't matter if it's still 10 below.