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What have I gotten myself into?
There’s never enough cash to buy enough.
     And when there is,
        There’s never enough to buy.
“What’s with all the nose bleeds?”
God I hate awkward questions.
“Don’t worry, just allergies.”
That excuse never works in winter. 
	But I sure do love snow.
Pure, crisp white snow.
Each flake like it’s sent from Heaven.
City streets covered in it,
That’s a real winter wonderland.
As for now you only find it in small patches.
Tiny pieces of paradise most forget to look for.
The really special ones come from far off lands.
Places where people live free and it snows all year long.
	I know some who’ve sold everything just to get their hands on it.
I’ve seen rich old men who set it in bowls on their coffee tables.
They know their bodies can’t handle the cold.
But at that age, who really cares? 
	“Your sure looking thin these days.”
 “Thanks, I’m on this new diet plan, it keeps me energized 
       and helps me lose weight.”
           “Really? You’ve gotta let me know what it is.”
“Sorry I can’t, it’s a secret…”
	I think I know what God feels like.
I know you can do anything is an indescribable feeling.
It’s like you’re on top of Everest,
  With all the surrounding snow covered peaks in view.
But of course you eventually plummet down to the bottom of the ocean,
  Where you’ll sleep through the next few days.
	“You keep scratching your neck, are you okay?”
“Ya, I got bit by a spider or something.”
	I swear I’m gonna scratch my skin right off.
It’s those damn parasites in my veins that cause the itching.
Maybe I should rip them out…I bet it’d go away then.
	This is taking over my life.
I want to stop. But I cant.
Once you start there’s no going back.
That’s just the way it works.
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