Let it Stop

Oh the weather outside is getting old

and the fire is growing cold

And we've no place we can go

Let it stop! Let it stop! Let it stop!

It doesn't show signs of stopping

in this slush, I'm tired of slopping

no light outside with thick clouds so low

Let it stop! Let it stop! Let it stop!

When we finally kiss good night

how I'll hate going out in the storm!

but if you'll really hold me tight

It still wont be enough to stay warm

The fire is slowly dying

and the cold is quite petrifying

But for Pete’s sakes it's April sooo…

Let it stop! Let it stop! Let it stop!

This poem is about: 
Our world

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