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As the ice wind blew,
though inside; the door, the mouth -
the noodles and broth.
About the Creator
G. Douglas Kerr
I am a hermit and sometimes come out of my shell.
As the ice wind blew,
though inside; the door, the mouth -
the noodles and broth.
I am a hermit and sometimes come out of my shell.
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