A poem about the dangers of frostbite during the winter season, and the importance of protecting oneself from the cold.
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The icy winds do blow and moan,
As winter's grip begins to hone,
It chills the air, it chills the bone,
The plunging temperatures now shown.
The land is white, the sky is gray,
The frostbite threat is here to stay,
Bare skin exposed for just a while,
Can suffer damage in just a mile.
The experts warn, they know the score,
To stay protected, head to door,
Bundle up tight, don't take the risk,
Frostbite's touch, you don't want to miss.
But fear not, for there is hope,
A warm fire and a cozy coat,
Will keep the cold at bay,
And frostbite's icy grip will stray.
So heed the warning, take the care,
To brave the cold, but beware,
The plunging temperatures, they do tell,
Frostbite's dangers, all too well.
