34/365 : Don’t you eat that yellow snow

Dreamed I was an EskimoFrozen wind began to blowUnder my boots and around my toesThe frost that bit the ground belowIt was a hundred degrees below zero… And my mama criedAnd my mama criedNanook, a-no-noNanook, a-no-noDon’t be a naughty EskimoSave your money, don’t go to the show Well I turned around and I said “Oh, …

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