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A poem by Ben Gelinas
Last night it rained
Then the rain apparently froze
And it began to snow
I park outside, so this was not good news
Thursday morning my car was covered
in a thick layer of pebbled ice
I had to scrape through it with my deluxe Canadian Tire scraper
The brush did nothing
Still, I'm glad I spent the extra money
Very profound...
Posted by: Virginia Dowdell | November 22, 2007 at 06:47 PM
Canadian Tire
scrapers, worth their wait in gold;
brushes, not so much.
Your poem gave me a Sunday morning laugh. :-D
Posted by: Caz Thomas | March 02, 2008 at 12:17 PM