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Neil Shepard

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Blustery 25-below, O Walt, I wouldn't go
And live with animals tonight—
Or anytime soon. How do
They survive in their snowy lairs?
How could I, for that matter, who
Haven't taken the wild Swedish plunge 
Every chilly night to thicken my fur layer 
By layer, I who doze by the fire 
With the phone to my ear,