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The white falls down.

i sniff it .

No this is not blow.

it is snow, i thought you'd know bro.

i've always been the odd ball.

Had an odd crawl. Yet, that meant nothing to me.

i faced plenty adversity growing up.

But i had to grow up.

The i's are lowercase because i'm small

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