minus thirty

St. Albert colder than a witch’s titty

Jackie Frost, I love this city

wearin’ layers but I’m still chilly

and I’m inside with hands on Willy

 

watchin’ exhaust vapors hang

through a frosted window pane

Alberta winters can be insane

tires lose air and minds can break

like glass

 

stick your tongue on that metal pole now

smartass

I gotta start my car

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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