Tiny, shivery
But petrified, no!
And with this, loosed upon you
Every wind-sort. Each a fiend
Mischievous does blow!
Warming, thumbnail-sized
My smile, with your own!
Meeting you, as mere passerby
Lone, chilled, has emboldened me.
Sweet, by what name known?
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