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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
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Snow Mizer
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.
LennyM
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
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