They stand there all winter long,
but they never get cold.
Let’s get jiggy with it. Party time.
There are fascinating shapes everywhere we look.
“Um… I think Reginald’s drunk again.”
Scary stories ’round the campfire.
I don’t know how to snark – I never seen it as a verb.
Sun rises, Sun sets.
Dog left me, wife stayed.
And here is an icownic scene
For some cowmic relief.
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