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Beautiful Things

Another absolute banger from Benders:

Born where the dawn wears a glacier’s crown,
The sun sways sideways, dancin’ slow to the ground.
Learned to run with wolves, tradin’ whispers for trees,
 stitched with the grit of a thaw that won’t freeze.

“Snow’s no joke,” they spoke—
I poked, “Watch me yodel it warmer.”
Igloos lose their glow when my croon
cues its charmer drama.

They call me the rascal of Alaska.
Fast-talkin’ mastah
of that last great ask-ya:
Say “A-las-ka,” I’ll ask ya
if syllables shiver faster.
I barter blizzards for embers
that rasp at the aster.

A truck full o’ trouble and a grin fit to sin,
Every mile, every trial, got a fresh coat of wind.
I’ve kissed broken roads, missed broken codes,
But I keep my word like I keep my load—
tight to the truth, ridin’ proof that I’m bold.

“It will blister your whiskers!” they bawl—
I brag, “I deep-fry sleet for my breakfast, y’all.”
When the ice starts to sass, I just answer in rhyme,
I turn igloos to fondue
turn igloos to fondue
all the damn time.

They call me the rascal of Alaska.
Fast-talkin’ mastah
of that last great ask-ya:
Say “A-las-ka,” I’ll ask ya
if the syllables shiver faster.
I barter blizzards for embers
that rasp at the aster.

I moonwalk a moose past the spruce,
baby, watch me snooze your tush.
I’m the rascal from Alaska
with a husky rush.
I turn igloos to fondue
all the damn time.

They call me the rascal of Alaska.
Fast-talkin’ mastah
of that last great ask-ya:
Say “A-las-ka,” I’ll ask ya
if the syllables shiver faster.
I barter blizzards for embers
that rasp at the aster.

I moonwalk a moose 
past the spruce,
baby, watch me snooze your tush.

I’m the rascal from Alaska
with a husky rush.

Dont ask me baby...
just blush...
i'm the rascal from alaska
with a husky rush

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