He glared out his window,
Muttered curses at me,
"Why doesn't she zip her coat?
Why doesn't she put her hat on her head?
Damn Fool!"
I had my reasons.
I had been walking for some time,
And was warm.
Hat in hand, I sought sweet penance.
But, must I justify even my Spirit,
To the hypercritically fickle?
No, probably not.
-jenn long
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