Driving in the wintry sun
My eyes all jingle jangle
Too much glare, I just can’t see
As I suffer the autumn angle
The frosty breeze begins to bite,
While shadows stretch and mingle,
The road ahead, a silver blade,
Cuts through the evening’s tingle.
grip the wheel with cautious care,
Through winter’s whispered wrangle,
Each mile a dance on glassy lace,
Too cold, to disentangle
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