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Shoveling Snow Less Tired
I feel ceramical
because I do not have to fight
for broken pieces.
I feel less satisfied carrying corn laughing.
I feel cobbled
under the cobbled snow.
Because shoveling snow
has left leaning with the wind
a tapered wall.
I met a tapered snowman
who lived leaning towards the wind
and leaning also away from the wind.
Shoveling snow was
his appearance with other things.
And one green thing comes after another
from below and at a blow
was leaning in the wind and leaning
out was also.
Winter from below.
Winter from below.
Winter from below.
because I do not have to fight
for broken pieces.
I feel less satisfied carrying corn laughing.
I feel cobbled
under the cobbled snow.
Because shoveling snow
has left leaning with the wind
a tapered wall.
I met a tapered snowman
who lived leaning towards the wind
and leaning also away from the wind.
Shoveling snow was
his appearance with other things.
And one green thing comes after another
from below and at a blow
was leaning in the wind and leaning
out was also.
Winter from below.
Winter from below.
Winter from below.
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Shoveling Snow Less Tired
Shoveling Snow Less Tired