heaven must be
disappointed today
dumping those 'slurpee'
on my windshield
i look up to see
darkness drape
with white laces
dripping to trees
roads turn to slush
bursting beneath my tires
my prayers for steady hand
for every thud that comes
so grateful it didn't freeze
i could have been in mess
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