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The SnowstormDriving through the snowstorm Following someone's tracks Each driver must perform Watching one another's back Crawling at a snail's pace Staying within the lanes Brace yourself not a race Like walking with a cane Falling tiny snowflakes Making it hard to see Easy on the brakes Icicles hanging on glazed pine trees Looks like a winter wonderland Drifting through the snow Glove covered hands Blustery winds blow An intense slippery ride No nonsense keeping you on your toes Don't want to slide and collide No pretense all following in rows Blanketed in white, lights shining bright Sparkling eyes glowing Home before the darkened night Still steady snowing Exhale, relax, and retire Settle in no harm Warm yourself by a cozy fire You crawled through the snowstorm © December 14, 2007 Janet Irene Griffin Vote for this poem
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