Low

Try to climb the icy hill
You'll fall down, you know you will
Bundle up yourself, but you'll still
Feel the hard wind, with it's chill

Try to lower the price on the bill
It'll rise, it'll just overfill
You are nothing at all until
You stoop so low, you'd even kill 

Poem is Copyright 1999, Cynthia Anne Patti

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