Trust me, you need this.
As for aforementioned lumberjacks, they tend to enjoy such snoodling. The trees get a lot out of it. It helps them make air. This is what we breathe. The babies of trees and lumberjacks. We do not breathe air, we breathe trumberjacks. Trumberjacks.
Just think about that next time you're told to "take a deep breath"
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Poetry#1 in 'heartandsoul' *** Poetry (mostly) from the depths of my heart and soul *** Please, ignore the cover for now :P
