The night atmos so very brumous
Upsets the usual rate of the pulse,
The narrowed arteries restrict the flow
Of the erythrocytes reducing the glow,
The lack of dephlogisticated air,
Albeit the molecules being closer
Throughout the wintry weather,
Leaves a heartful wight hyper.
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