It doesn't often snow in Vancouver,
Twas a record setting season they say
Covering the ground like a haggard reminder
Old time is still a flying,
It's the end of the world -- as we know it
When Carlson melts down. Ice.
With his laser-focused heat ray vision.
Dear "You're supposed to be the" Science Guy, Bill Nye
"I'M OPEN MINDED. YOU'RE NOT!"
Tucker
P.S.
"Love the bow tie, more than life itself."
Let it go -- let it all go, instead
Remember the time of Stravinsky,
or the times of Beethoven, or Hendrix.
Or Deathcab for Cutie. Or Daft Punk.
The maelstrom whirls, and the
Jovian sky portal calls forth
the winds of the Polar Vortex.
When that glorious lamp of heaven
Signals to erudite Alex Jones
that globalists market hot yoga as
part of their demonic Illuminati agenda
TO TURN THE FROGS GAY
然后他说话 -- to one million Americans.
And yet the climate, changes the least.
But other climates change more,
And it is a sign, that the change is
very great.
Mind the climate, both literally and figuratively.
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