That keeps me warm
Somewhere in the cold
Something beneath my coat
Reminded of it every time
I pass that place
How I’ve been taken down
Tackled onto the ground
An elbow towards the hard ice
An endless sky
Then laughter as the flakes
Fall down and touch my face
Perhaps I had a bruise or two
A proper souvenir
And so I giggle every time
I think of that foe of mine
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