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Snorting White Snow, the First Snow
Snorting white snow
Is best done with a dollar bill
No not talkin' about coke
But the innocent times children saw what we have lost
They laughed with the angels
Over the naive imps vying for their preteen souls
Played without limits while our flags waved colors we disapprove of
Shootin' up sunshine is easy when their smile is the reason we look up
And notice this world can't be frozen all the time
But while we shiver from neglect
Watch the little ones snort the pure and keep it that way
Creation by their tiny hands is what this world will evolve into
Pretty soon, our selfishness will allow their white snow to
Turn clumsily into glaciers, that will hopefully be chiseled into manners
The same manners that allow sirens to sound in quiet hours
When babies must sleep nestled under a teat
Manners that will use sex as a weapon and hold P.O.W's
Manners that will really turn white snow into white blow
Powder your noses, the truth is always ugly in the wrong light
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Shane Solomon
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