Early winter, pacing through the cold air,
Mittens and friendly faces react to their passing neighbor.
In oblivion, he lays his hand on the safety hardware
And the coldness passes through him like a saber.

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He's had a long day of fixing and is ready to go,
Pushing the door shut he makes his way to the car.
Greetings exchange as he walks through the parking bay,
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