as the scotsman and adrian know,
our town is bequeathed with snow
soon the midnight tim's will be
convergent with plowmen's trucks
rumbly diesel warming while
the plowmen order their triple-triple fuel
for the all-night runs
and kids scoot down campbell's hill
ruddy cheeked and fingertips frozen
sweaty bodies steaming from the neck
parents happy for the sound sleep that
winter play brings
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