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trolling the streets of Mime Island always brings a smile, even for the refuse. With gloves on hands, and smiles for miles; we come across a whimsical snicker in the grass, erupting cascading thoughts of fellow mimes. Calliopes mentally play a forgotten melody of days long past; where happiness and care free days played fuzzy images of seen sights. A chuckle, a stride, and a memory for free that brought a smile to me and to you today. Zookerroo
