She was nasty cold.
Tougher than tough.
And the wind blew ice
Through the daze so rough,
That enough was enough.
They had had it alright.
Wandered into that night,
Lamp shadowed outasight.
They weren’t alright on
This cold, killer night.
They were so outasight that
They felt their way along
Some breaking into song
That didn’t last long.
For come the mornin’ they were gone
Into the vast beyond
Of the winter of ought fifteen.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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