Fierce is the wind that covets my hat
Yet steady my hand in preventing that
Quiet this battle as it is fought
Ignored by the rabble in the parking lot
(Though I see allies also accosted)
I enter the building with my hand frosted
Numbed by the terrors of invisible swords
Flung by warriors of the icy lords
Yet my hat and my hand have truly survived
As I to work have timely arrived
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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