shovel is a friend today
i cracked sheets of ice
two inches thick at most
into square feet i sweat
file them neat like bicks
i watch cold water drips
leather gloves were soak
my palms turning beet red
keep going before sunset
neighbor came for nice chat
i laid my shovel on roadside
others join-in breaking slabs
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