Why such I fall a snowfull hill,
for I wish to remain unill.
I watch as mans best friend
cleans his fur.
Why I should not let him stir.
Now lightning bugs assist the moon to show
the
way
home.
-Hollister
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Thursday, January 3, 2008
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