Standing waist high in snow,
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what brought me here I do not know.
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Sky is filled with starry scenes
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of heroes and their greatest deeds.
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Satellites move across the sky,
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and every year they multiply.
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Father bear is sound asleep
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and will be so for several weeks.
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Across the plain I see a figure,
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every instant growing bigger.
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Instinct tells me to run away
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while faith proposes that I wave.
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He approaches to a rod.
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I whisper up a prayer to God.
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The stranger asks me with a grin,
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"Do you have the time my friend?"
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Himalaya is my old time stomping ground
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(oh yes, time is of the essence).
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Manitoba, better snows I've never found
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(oh yes, time is of the essence.)
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The author looms above his page
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and thinks it strange that at his age
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he can not find the proper words
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to describe his only world.
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One would think that in a life
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where no two snowflakes are alike
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one would have a brilliant rhyme
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for each and every bit of time.
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Himalaya is my old time stomping ground
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(oh yes, time is of the essence).
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Manitoba, better snows I've never found
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(oh yes, time is of the essence.)
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The Yeti
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Clutch |