How confused the days now seem
they snap from hot to cold
Back again, the sun does beam
yet cannot take a hold.
On the edge of my front door
I have to stop to think
There i stand forever more
I'm always on the brink.
One small step would set me free
but first you must decide
Hot or cold, please let me be
and pick your favourite side.
If cold wins out then fine by me
I'll bear the winter bite
But make your choice rapidly
before day turns into night.
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