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Jun 2015
Whatever I touch,
   Turns to ice in my clutch,
      Whomever I begin to may know,
          Shivers from my climate
            That is below ZERO,
               I am The Snow Mizer,
                  Attractive, yet so Frigid,
                    It is hard to believe that some
                      Warm bodies can gravitate towards THIS,
                         but when the weather changes
                            from Humid to Nippy,
                               To put it simply, I am no longer
                                    Of any REAL good use
A close friend told me I can have any companion I want I just have to stop being so cold sometimes. I realized if you don't want to take the time to warm my hands. Why pray tell should I open them up to you ? Give me reasons.
Lenny M
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   Eiliv Advena
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