I was cleaning my compute
when I turn on everything
went on freeze, why moment
came to many speculations
I keep saying magic touch
I wipe my hands over, press
all keys at same time, I see
something move, circle turns
first thing I saw are reindeers
eating lichens covered in snow
then reindeer herders and kids
rounding up huge very docile herd
they're so pretty; unknowing that
they'll soon turn to reindeer burger
for European hungry meat consumers
they have to reduce wilds population
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