O Longjohns! how I love thee!
I love thee in a way in reverse proportion to the hate I had for you as a child
When ski trips had me wear you, itchy and scratchy and unnecessary
...I thought.
ow times have changed! How I know I need you now!
As the mercury drops through a street oyster-laden Beijing sidewalk,
As I huddle inside for warmth, trying to feel my toes again,
I understand that the only thing separating my lower body from total arctic disaster
Is that itchy, scratchy, necessary uncomfortableness.
I will never take you for granted again!
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