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All night snow
throws itself
into the headlights
dashes hard
towards grille and glass
We squint and curse
its mad determined drive

By morning exhausted
snow has fallen
asleep its last trick to
knit its own soft blanket
then turned tender snow
pulls itself close over the
car’s cold shoulder

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