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Winter Parking Lot
Glazed with ice, then powdered with sugar snows,
cars in the parking lot sit on the concrete, in neat rows
as if they were fresh doughnuts, all on a tray
in God's bakery window display.
Glazed with ice, then powdered with sugar snows,
cars in the parking lot sit on the concrete, in neat rows
as if they were fresh doughnuts, all on a tray
in God's bakery window display.
