180 Degree Weather

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Once upon a time, your talents were divine.
They treated you so fine.

You had to look down to see the stars and moon.

You were so damn good, everyone wanted to kiss your ring.
But this is the thing:

Time is an ice cold maiden who has no friends.

Then you had to survive and the only way to do so was...
to hock the ring because you could not see the future
until it ran over your legs...and there were no witnesses.


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Footnote
180 DEGREE WEATHER is the copyrighted property of the Lewis Carroll School of Logic.
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