I leave this humble will behind.
I hope what follows will suffice
If I should die a block of ice:
I sell my stuff, and with the sum,
I give my dollars, every one
To scientists, renown and skillt,
To cure the Earth's accursèd tilt
(And should my budget still have room
I'd like a blanket for my tomb.)
This is from February of 2016, but never posted here - describing once again how I feel when winter finally rolls around:
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