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Refuge


Old man with rubber overshoes
Trudging through the snow
Muttering to himself
Not very far to go

Whirling swirling blizzard
Under low leaden skies
Forcing him to squint
Through rime slitted eyes
Sound of Christmas music
Drifts through the air
The Sally Army playing
Tells him he's almost there

Hands warming slowly curled
Round hot mug of chicken soup
Old man in rubber over shoes
Mingles warily with the group





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