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Nov 2020
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Tires spin out in the snow
The gas tank is running low
The heatings been turned off
To salvage fuel lost

My fingers and toes become numb
As I hold on to the wheel
And slam on the gas
Maybe if I slam on it harder I’ll get unstuck
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