It was written on the ceiling
glowing red
64 degrees it said
But of course I already knew
so snuggly
in the wonderfully warm bed
that before morning ended
the war would
begin. The temperature drop
the catalyst to the battle
but who would
win? Who would claim victory?
Or more perspicuously said
how long could
I repel the forces that want
the heater turned on straight away
"but it's not
even November yet" I say
so anyway
the heater was turned on today
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