I sit quietly in a corner
enough for me not be seen
with my tools I hurry up
trying to finish my job
before snow start to drop
came a voice from behind
we are leaving, that's fine
I rush to my car; drove off
roads are clear, so as clouds
no snow dropping, I stop by
store to buy me some snacks
I end up shopping for hour
pick nice jacket almost free
this is good; that's my day
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