The morning frost is biting
with a mist rising
yonder over the hills
slowing moving with a will
hiding the path all around
a partial invisibility in the round
affecting the traffic in a way
as people get stranded all the day
unable to proceed to work
as they have to look
at alternatives for their sojourn
making it a difficult prone
the day advancing toward noon
yet the 
chilliness continues soon
heading towards the night
when it would be freezing tight.
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