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The winter-scape is beautiful but holds dark brutalities under it’s sunlit white mask.
Bobby thought his bald tires would hold the curve on the I-80 West on-ramp.
Craig, Loraine & the kids won’t make it to Grandma’s this weekend,
The baby was the only survivor.
Chief, Frank Robinson’s horribly neglected Pit Bull,
Will be frozen solid by morning.
Frank’s been on a drug binge for 3-weeks
And forgot he had a dog.
Sometimes a city winter can be as brutal as Yosemite. ~