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It snowed and I don't have boots. In fact, all I have to wear to work are Mary Janes, and one of them has a hole in it.

This puts me in mind of a song:

Cold Feets
Cold Feets

Brother you got cold feets
You can make 'dem
Cold feets hot
With little rhythm

Young Feets
Old Feets
Can be uncontrolled feets
Rhythm make 'dem
Cold feets trot
Down the aisle

Frosty arches
They can learn to swing
Icy toes can jive
Wedding marches
Played in ragtime swing
Make frigid soles come alive
And take that dive!

Cold feets, shmold feets
Turn 'em into bold feets
Rhythm make them cold feets
Hot!
(lyrics by Lisa Lambert)

Et cetera et cetera et cetera.

Labels: frostbite, Insomnia, vaguely racist showtunes

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