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January is a fascinating gateway to cool hand crispy, 
Fooling us yearly. 
Appearing overnight, as we dream of warmer things.
Covers the earth with her glistening white beauty, 
Knows we will be mesmerized by her dazzlingness.
Enthralled by her crispy, clean looking  white-sheet pureness

We wake up googly-eyed, 
Yelling for others to get up and see something we yearly forget.
Snow, frost, icicles, diamond twinkles, amid a white wall of pretty.
Season of sore throats, red noses, ear aches, and other vile 
Conditions we do not contemplate, 
Focusing on the angel wings 
We see glistening in the snow and snowflake magic.

This Janus celebrity dries out our faces and noses. 
Bottoms of our feet become hard and harsh, rough as bark.
January is a well-learned trickster.  
Lulls us into a sense of bliss 
Spurred on by glistening, rhinestone twinkling snow.

She blows in from the north, 
Relishing our discomfort, proud of her power, 
Knowing what she is doing is tormenting the wild ones who scavenge for food under freezing shivering white blankets.
January cares not a whit that she is endangering our lives daily on icy drives to and from work.
Laughing at our reluctance to survive in frigid, below twenty degree 
Wind-chill temperatures.

Cool hand crispy takes over about three weeks in, 
Hardening our hearts toward January.
Making us forget our initial delights, 
Throwing our cars off freeways into embankments.
Maiming and killing us because she can, 
Not because she truly wants to, or cares to.
January is a tremendous reminder that life changes 
In a second. 
Ah, but look. 
Is that snow?

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