We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
She is getting cold in the Artic, so cold in fact she is hot, she shines near the ice and I have no part to play, but penguins do with a gaggle, they slide down the crystal hill, passion dances with snow flurries, and this nearly ends the story, as the heating heart of beating poetry melts the glaciers into fine tuned ooze.
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