It’s either you crept
Or risked getting into a car wreck
So I go outside and get wind whipped
Against my face, then the frost bit
My nose
Clinched mighty tight and didn’t let go
I heard Eddie say “it’s not about the boots, It’s about the mittens”
Jesus Christ in Bethlehem, I want to be back home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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