MY WIFE AND I GO OUTSIDE TONIGHT
TO SHOVEL THE WALK WAY
ENJOYING THE BEAUTY OF THE WHITE
ON THE PINE TREES THAT FALL SO SLIGHT
WITH JACK FROST AT OUR NECKS
AND THE SMOKE OUT OF OUR MOUTHS
WE GO INSIDE TO ENJOY ARE FIRE LIGHT
AND LOOKING OUTSIDE
TO THE LASTS WINTER NIGHT
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