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the broken ice falls to splash deep,
for over this liquid the woken ripples were asleep,
melting slowly the clear frozen water begins to melt,
as from the cold on the fingertips felt,
feelings of it pouring down as it slides over the top,
entering with a gulp causing the muscles to flop,
the alcoholic tastes are masked by the cold,
after a few of these comes the words of the best story ever told.