Here I sit with my little heater
Blowing on me while the wind blows on the wall
Warming the chill that had silently crept in,
Gentling the air though the wall is cold.
Here I sit while my little heater
Finishes the job the big furnace can’t handle,
Proving again what I keep on forgetting,
That the littlest things can make the most difference.
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