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PREPARING FOR A HARD WINTER .
The beasts without prowl the perimeter While the beast within shuffles the facade Layering coats of excess pasts In bright pastel colors That blight the boulevards No "fake it 'til you make it" In the here and now The only currency that counts Is where, when, and how You drop that last dollar And owe your self-righteous soul To the company store... That owned you from the beginning Prepare for a hard winter The season of grace is over... You'll find yourself in a hard race To pick up a piece of coal Warm your hands over an open fire Before the chill winds subside When you can finally realize In a state dazed and confused That the spring has come again.....
"Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything." --Plato
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