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| 17 Nov 2016 11:27 PM |
For the first time in months I shall dance is the white smooth snow and parade around, slipping and sliding but the bruises sustained cannot withhold my glow I will fumble yet be rejoicing the white cold element of nature will show it will infiltrate my shoes leaving my feet and socks, wet soggy and smelly but still you will find me with no tissues no crying and whining, shivering or pain in my belly there will be laughter and joy oh sweet snow. |
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Zentrric
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| Joined: 06 Nov 2011 |
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| 17 Nov 2016 11:33 PM |
*snap**snap* I teared up a little ;) |
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| 17 Nov 2016 11:34 PM |
| As you should, my boy. As you should. |
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