The legend lives on
From the Chippewa down
From the lake that they call
Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said,
never gives up her dead
When the skies of November
turn gloomy
(The Great Lakes region may disagree)
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There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
but, at the end of the day, I'm gone to Carolina in my mind.
Braised chicken.
Oatmeal and a banana.
I always thought people eating oatmeal was just a convention used on television and not something that people really did. Like exposition to make characters in a show seem more mysterious. To be fair, I felt this way about granola until Bundabergdevil shared that he made his own. Presumably out of woodchips.
I’m very proatmeal.