People huddled—
Trying to hide.
Bundle up,
Or stay inside.
Frosty breath,
Rushing in
On the wings
Of roaring winds.
With a cold
And grisly sting,
Its presence covers
Everything.
Stopping traffic,
Snuffing lives,
Tossing cars
Upon their side.
Piling snow,
And debt too.
Bringing troubles,
Not a few.
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