i wake up with snow storm
good my tent is well covered
i can hear swirling wind, cracks
branches of trees, i'm buried
my tool boxes protects me from
collapsing roof, socks is helpful
tomorrow i'll live like indian
burn firewood,5 gallon can
that's what i need, punch a hole
for heat circulation, what a fool
trying to live in wilderness, nuts
i have gas heater if it doesn't work :)
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