Cold
WINTER IN SHELBURNE BAY
Snow drifts, far as the eye can see -
Flakes as big as maple leaves.
Wind whipped ice crystals sting the eyes
Like smoke from frozen campfires.
God, I bet it is cold in Amarillo.
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