it feels like icebox
no matter where I go
I have my thick jacket
double socks, gloves
thick cotton head gear
still I can feel cold
it's hard to open my car
wrap with thick freeze
my tires deflate a bit
slick road ahead of me
I am very careful not
to miss curve or slide
I made it good to work
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