I bundled up with hat and coat and gloves
Walked across the street to see my friend Tim
It was snowing that day
Enough for me to leave deep, crunching footprints
When I got to Tim's door I realized his car was gone
No one was there
What the hell, I knocked anyway
But unsurprisingly received no answer
Dammit all
I really wanted a friend that day
I turned and followed my footprints back home
With a quieter crunch to contend with
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