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I'm buried under an avalanche
It isn't so bad
Except snow is dripping behind my neck
And my legs are broke
In several places
And something is wrong with my arm.
And it is awfully dark down here,
underneath all this snow.
Someone, though, will rescue me, for sure.
I wonder if I remembered to
close the door when I left the cabin?
Oh,
That's right.
I slammed it shut.
At least I don't have to worry about that,
While I'm trapped under
This avalanche.