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Too Much Ice
Rain yesterday. Last night it froze.
I'm looking at an icicle that is my car, I suppose.
I go out with a scraper and a red, runny nose.
My fingers are tingling and I think I've lost my toes.
I want to start the engine, but I can't open the door.
I scrape at the window. Nope. It stays iced just as before..
Finally, I realize, I'll never complete this chore.
I grab the phone and call my boss to tell him my throat is sore.
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Hilda Greenhough
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