It's cold as a bucket of penguin shit out there this morning............
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It's cold as a bucket of penguin shit out there this morning............
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
***William Ernest Henley***
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