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"Twas the middle of the night, not a star in sight

When a roofalanche occurred, oh what a fright.

The wind blew, the chimney shook

And when I rose in the morning to have a look,

Everywhere there were drifts of snow,

So deep I thought my truck wouldn't go.

But sure enough it wasn't stuck,

I made it to Main with a bit of luck.

I parked it there and started up the street,

Looking to find a bit of breakfast meat.

I made it to the cafe, the passes were closed,

And on my way home, on this snow bank I posed.