Wind whipped
and snow hard,
I trudge through this abominable sludge.
The light at the end,
is vastly diminishing,
as the team slows in their tracks.
No fur,
or hair of the dog,
could warm this place.
I'll be damned if I let this storm take my life.
To not see my wife,
or greet our unborn child,
so they will grow,
knowing they were loved by two.
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