A DAY FOR REEFERS
‘Mid February’s sleets and snows,
With icy feet and ruby nose,
We trudged along brick Stribling Walk,
Our jaws too cold to waste in talk--
Steam kits were hanging from our fists,
We butted through the fogs and mists,
One thought behind each frozen brow:
If Spring must come, let it be NOW! 6-3-20
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