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Dec 2020
Feeling morning chill
Coldness touches my
Nose
Making me look
Like Rudolph
Hands in mittens
Fingers ready
To warm
Time to move faster
Pick up pace
Of an actual walker
Steps are counted
Breathing increases
Will I make it
To my destination
Or should I
Turn around
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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