Winter with its lack of warmth
Competes with summer without ice
A living battle to console our clothes
For contentment at a price
Challenged by our life’s extremes
On mettle testing escapades
Swing pendulums to furthest points
Where ‘the either or’ pervades
At the absolutes of precipice
We must heed our warning voice
If by being here we’re unprepared
We find there is no other choice
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