Granny gloves me


Frost bites. My cheeks turn a little rosy, so Granny puts my gloves on to keep my handies cosy. 

Granny says there is no bad weather, only inappropriate clothes, come rain or shine or thunderstorm my granny always knows.
The weather changes frequently according to the meteorological chart, but my granny never feels the cold because she says I warm her heart.

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