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The sound of foot steps in the sub zero--F-R-E-E-Z-I-N-G--MINNESOTA--weather
brings a --COLD--shiver to my spine, as I'm remembering that crackling sound so--COLD-- and --F-R-E-E-Z-I-N-G-- blurring for --sure


Walking to school,
when in MINNESOTA--it --was-sub, zero--cool


In the early morn, the air was so crisp and ripe
you could feel the moisture in your eyes, tear up, and, almost freeze, and  the bitter --COLD-- at your cheeks and nose would just pinch and bite


You had better socks on, and maybe even a triple pair
Because your-- doomed --if your feet get --COLD-- from the sub zero wealther there


When we shoveled tons of snow
As kids we learned to put plastic bread bags over our socks to stay as warm as toast comfortably so,----------DONT--YA--KNOW


When it got sub zero, and --C-O-L-D-E-R--than --COLD
walking to school ya moved pretty fast, and that sound of crackling and --FREEZING---F-R-E-E-Z-I-N-G---FREEZING--- snow and ice under each and every step, I remember well, so strong --COLD--and--MINNESOTA-----F-R-E-E-Z-I-N-G----BOLD


By John d JUNGERS
16th of NOVEMBER 2017


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The sound of footsteps in sub zero --freezing-MINNESOTA-winter weather