Saturday, July 19, 2014

Eskimo

I feel the wind blow in through the windows
on me, while I try to make sense of the
world’s inventions in front of me, which, I’m
too old for.  But, as a mammal, the ace predator,
I have to keep trying ‘till some one puts me on
an ice flow.  Bye then, and, thanks for all the blubber.



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