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Ice and Death Haiku

Squishy sidewalk ice
Slippery as hell, very hard
Glued to the concrete

Not near our house
Not my problem, even though we
Would all fall quickly

I get the mattock
To attack it, whack by whack
Big chunks break apart

Kick the chunks and slush
Off to the sides, clear the path
Unslippery again

Admiring my work
Every time I go that way
Walking is easy

What if I am gone?
This clear patch of path could be
My big legacy

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