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Prompt was for a 12 line poem written about an image of a woman walking through deep snow. |
| A snowy trek all through the night, I plodded for help for my plight. The Chevy stuck. it was no sleigh, a huge hike and hours away. On a long, lonely road they kept huddled for warmth. They shook and wept. Frozen fears, tears stuck to my cheek, my thoughts were bleak. I felt so weak. I crept to crest another hill and at the top my heart stood still. I spied my Chevy, as I died, with countless cops standing beside. |