Toques, Mitts and Winterboots. The tempture is rounding 0 degrees, and i find it lovely. A sweater and a vest. Some mutter and complain as the trudge though the snow banks to find the side walk that once existed, i swear. But i, i slide over the ice pretending i can skate, and i skip though the snow, a friend not a foe. heytheremrsnow
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