The roads are 'wicked slippery'
on these last days of the year.
I traverse them in no flippery
lest I wind-up on my ear.
Yet, these conditions I endure
as a New Englander caste.
It is the home I endear
and this 'wicked slippery' shall pass.
Puma/MMX
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