Wonderlaand

In the snow
It is easier to swallow pride
The work involved is simple
Brush, scrape, shovel, throw
Hands are cold
So what
Feet are cold
And of no concern
Almost finished
With a task so basic
Find a familiar surface
There is only one thing to do
And a few ways to do it
Clear, melt, collect
The most stubborn manicurist
Accepts mediocre help
When it comes to snow
As fast as it falls
It is Man's destiny to push it back
Unless this is the tundra
The range
The slopes
Then we recline
With chocolate
And listen to the hiss
Of popping logs
And think about ourself
Against fox
Bear
Snow leopard
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3.8.13