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Friday, January 14, 2011
Driving Spell
Snow swirls, sweeps
over dark asphalt like mist
off brooding cauldron.
Black ice with feathery white veil,
a witches' brew of trouble.
Minus 35 chill and all's not well,
it's a wint'ry wicked driving spell.
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