I asked the owner of the mittins to email me and tell me where they bought them-- turns out they are from China, and they got their mittins back. I am severely dissapointed, beacuse I wanted them.
hail falling everywhere, yet no resting place,
eyes looking everywhere, yet see's not a face,
wind blowing everywhere, yet without a sound,
onslaught, onslaught, we all fall down.
hooray for halfass poetry, badly written songs and sleep.
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