I'm still -
laughing.
Inuit.
In inuit.
Poor me!
But instead,
I smile regularly.
I've been crushed before,
but nothing like this EVER.
And I plowed my way down the rivine,
with a sleigh on wheels...
canoe ashore.
I'm not your favorite?
You're my belittled friend.
After we met,
since -
ever since.
HAPPY TRAILS.
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