Forgotten little plow truck
Frozen in the drift
How long have you been stranded there
Thumbing for a lift?
Cold days have set in now
Small hands warming by the fire
Snow plow are you dreaming of
your spinning summer tires?
Never fear sweet, favored toy,
for when flakes fall again
Mittened hands will reach for you
their trusty four-wheeled friend.
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