Are these my own ashes or is this snow?
That, in thickening flurries, so furrows my brow
A dog turd encased in ice
Did some urchin throw- it would be nice.
Envoi-
Prince! Thy 'beast from the East' is so consummate a Priest!
Twixt Xmas and Easter, must Misery yet feast Her?
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