SNEIDERSMountains of snow, a fishermans triumph,It shimmers, sparkles, trembles.The flesh of fish – the mind is clouded,A prophetic appetite ignites.Here are pheasants, there are trophies of beasts,Theres a wild boar, theres a deer, the deliciousness of li ❯❯❯
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