Ungulates of the Arctic
Frosty Whether"Perhaps," I mused, "it was my fate,
Born an arctic ungulate.
To tread on ice
Is cold, but nice,
And I think not to perish twice, at any rate."
Labels: Limericks
Brainstorming about history, politics, literature, religion, and other topics from a 'gypsy' scholar on a wagon hitched to a star.
Frosty Whether"Perhaps," I mused, "it was my fate,
Labels: Limericks
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