Wind blows, flake run like lions on to prey, I fight the fight and stay in tall, my skin is all that keeps them out. The barber shouts, too short? Don’t cut, my hair is right for fight. I pull my weight across the frozen land, the snow is crunchy just like corn flakes but just softer, my eyes are frozen and my nose is lost, no, no, this winter shall not get the best of me, my mind brews strategies for revenge, I pull the double coat, my hat, my gloves, my muffler, my boots, all that I find, all things that keep the wind and cold at bay, This battle will never end, this enemy will never surrender, this will continue until my demise…

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