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Blizzards
Walking North
Or so he thought
For he could see nothing in this Blizzard
The Winter storm of a generation
Lost his way, walked around in circles
For hours
They found him dead, frozen, by the Elm tree
Barely a mile from the Library.
Or so he thought
For he could see nothing in this Blizzard
The Winter storm of a generation
Lost his way, walked around in circles
For hours
They found him dead, frozen, by the Elm tree
Barely a mile from the Library.
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