There was a time when snow, tundra, and North,
The Arctic, and every frozen sight
To me did seem
Apparelled in auroral light,
The kayak and paddling forth.
It is not now as it was of yore;--
Drive the Caribou to where I may,
By night or day,
The herd that I had seen I now can see no more.
from your good buddy Tonto--Those were some goodtimes, Nanook.
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