Icy Window
Too cold to walk to the car
Too cold to wait for the engine to warm
Certaintly too cold to scrpae the ice off of the windshield
He doesn't think twice about the bitter wind or deep snow
Along with me, in the early mornings before class
He trucks through the snow
He scrapes the ice off of my windshield
He sends me with a goodbye kiss
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