Canadian air
Frozen water, air
Whispers shout:
"It's winter."
I complain:
Why the pearls?
Fall down to close way.
Nostrils and their hairs
Are dolphin reminders
They today don't filter.
Everyone bundled up
Genderless; old and young,
Beauty and ugly; all in hide
Pearls I make and complain
Closed Mouth have remained
Opened lips, teeth will break
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