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Raw cold day
the kind that you say
I can feel it in my bones

them bones them bones
talk to me often now

knees remember the slopes
spills head over toes
frigid days of making do
peeling off ice crusted woolens
chaffed hands and face

them bones them bones
slow me down now

knees remember rugby pitches
usa canada bermuda the same
weekend warrior scrums
legs like pistons
push on through

them bones them bones
remind me of risks taken
on cold raw days like this one.