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- Poetry > All PoetryA windy chill blows in my face, I pull up my scarf and button down. Hands in my pockets, I walk through space, the sidewalks I wander have sound. My camouflage hat drives off the cold. But my jeans can't hold the winter. Some might say it's rather bold, Spiting Jack Frost unhinde...