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| Trapline by � LouReeves Caught in a blizzard one cold night, I realized that I had frost bite. To my cabin I did crawl, And my backpack, I did haul. For me it was a fortunate day, I had with me, my dog, a stray. He guided me across the lake, And to my cabin we did make, Our way, as best we could, And that to be, as it should. I treated myself with gentle care, And I never, ever did despair. For tomorrow, another day, With my dog, a little play. Then to return to my trapline, To see what there I might find. This for me my chosen life, Truly tranquil, with little strife. |
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