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  What should we have taken
  with us? We never could decide
  on that; or what to wear,
  or at what time of
  year we should make the journey
  
  So here we are in thin
  raincoats and rubber boots
  
  On the disastrous ice, the wind rising
  
  Nothing in our pockets
  
  But a pencil stub, two oranges
  Four Toronto streetcar tickets
  
  and an elastic band holding a bundle
  of small white filing cards
  printed with important facts.
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