Cell to the ear,
carry bag in one hand,
the little hand
of the boy in other,
I cautiously walked
to the door of the sedan-
Just in time,
the heel of my shoe
did a tango on the icy snow-
Carrots, beets and cabbage
all went flying along
with my phone-
Little John stood
and looked stunned
at the squatting mommy.
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