If I am making my students do it, I probably should, too.
Rain spoils my spirit.
Give me fat flakes, clinging to
eyelashes, I’m at ease.
Slivers of sharp snow
inch into boots, heels, palms and
pierce my calloused soul.
Stop saying, “I can’t.”
Discomfort will not kill you.
Now, finish your work!
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