Year-end blizzard
December on its tail
wind blows bubble gums
of snow is making, a big tongue
on the roads, emptied for year end.
And I go here, there,
deliver passengers.
For being on same line
and only for their sake
I have to pretend
fear of cold and air.
But in fact
crazy as I am,
I enjoy wilderness;
blizzard.
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