The air is cold.
The ears freeze
The brain spins
The fingers numb
The nose runs
The air feels thin
and
The lungs scream
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Here lies a photo of the world’s sleepiest animal, and your sleepiest friend.
In his bloggy dreamworld, he writes clearly as his nights dreamy.
More seriously, his life revolves around God, music, sports, computers, and you.
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