My group of friends is beginning to thin
We are those eight ducks
Still swimming in the river
When it's twenty degrees and counting down
The hoarfrost is sticking
On each feather, wing, and beak

I am an only child
Now a lonely adult
If you watch me you'll see I retreat
Early in the game
Anxious to play the hermit
Even now I am doing it!

I am not in a place where I can appreciate
Efforts to unshell me
At this point in time
I am not in a place where I can get anything out of it
It's laughable when you think about it

The hoarfrost is thickening
On each feather, wing...

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