jaded green palms prancing
so brave against freezing
about house height by ten
we stop to admire; wonder
what spray did the owner?
so beautiful; admirable
could be surrounding pines
keeps temperature bearable
no sign of plastic wrapper
it hasn't gone below 36*F
my fingers hurt; ears ache
can't swing my club better
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