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Glacier Guardian
They call me erratic, but nothing is left to chance.
When ice threw the dice, I rolled and landed
face up on the table, much to the delight
of the winning hand. Now it's summer,
and I soak up the heat until it's time
to be scooped up and thrown again.
There is no mystery. I know what happened
long ago, and what will happen next, and when.
Copyright ©2005-08 Bill Dahl and Cynthia Anderson