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Sep 2017
When I left it was sunny and blue,
90 miles later a blizzard I drove into,
from a warm 77 degrees,
to a 32 degree northern breeze.

Blowing snow and building ice,
slipping and sliding is not nice,
heater running on full blast,
driving slow going nowhere fast.

Then clears up and blows away,
we take off and think ok,
but down the road, it starts once more,
the weather wins, plus one score.
Written in 2015 about a trip from Artesia NM, to Albuquerque NM
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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