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Schnely01

Frosty, Buddy

At the coffee shop

where I go

they don’t like me

just ordering coffee

cigarette awaits

impatient

failure as presented

ribcage bruised and sheltered

frosty, buddy

christmas has to be

in celebration of the technology

that separates man from snow

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at the coffee shop, another

named after what it serves

a young lady speaks on telephone

her dad seems to own the place, he’s not there

frosty, buddy

melting in your warmth

Sheltered in your storm

To ask for seconds, be it chances or a cup

Differs from a coffee shop to coffee shop

Her dad speaks of war, and of the bore of north

He almost winks at me and says it’s not a place to go

Where they don’t like me ordering just coffee they don’t wink

They seem to celebrate another order of caring what people think

Frosty, buddy

A snowman given nose wakes up with a spark

He cares of what you care of and what you talk about

In celebrating consumption from which you got his nose

Technology that picked the carrot handed as a rose

Where they look with frowns at ordering coffee

There are what seems as empty books

As hollow computers

Triggers and brakes for words

Frosty, buddy

A snowman built of water, pebbles, carrot and a hat

Frozen into friendship, by exclusion from the hide

Stands in restless footsteps, built and left in cold

Which is the only way to survive for Frosty, perhaps not for his nose

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