A perfect snowflake is always unique.
By nature and design, it is never unoriginal and demands utmost attention,
Without ever depositing a new supply.
But then, without so much as the blink of an eye,
An ice burg begins to explore new territory.
It hopes to perform like the life above
In it's new and peculiar space. (For an ice burg, that is.)
It tries to explain it's obscure place in the heart of the Chicago River,
But not without a dash of sarcasm to match the situation.
As science would see the quite creepy "talking" ice burg,
They truly discover it's abundance of innocence
Without organizing or explaining itself at all.
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