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I lay on the ice,
Body going numb,
All I could think of was my pet cat,
Who would feed him should
It happen I never get home again?
The wind kept whistling
Like a cop on the beat
It was all white as far
As the eye could see.
Desperate and on the brink
Of an icy death,
I prayed,
How about a miracle or an
Angel,
I’ll take whatever I can get.
Last thing I remember,
Is an Eskimo in funny shoes
The size of tennis rackets and
Clothes reeking of seals and whisky,
Sometimes,
All we need is an Eskimo.
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