I may be dead,but have the power to steal away in another's body so as to communicate with you puny Earthlings.
And so.....
Whose woods these are, I think I know.
No one comes to visit,though.
Made for coolness in the heat,
Made for predators who chew no meat.
Oh my God....that was awful.
Anyhoo do not let the woods of snow die and be blown back with the winds of time.
The place for strange as well as pleasant creatures to come and mingle...so call each other with a jingle,tell of the SnowyWoods reopen....soon to visit, KrisKringle...or so ah be hopin'.
Hmmm....that still wasn't all that good.
Oh well.
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