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WOULD THIS BE ALLOWED?
DECEMBER.
This is the part where... This is the part where I fell...
You said 'Not again!' You yelled.
Snail without a shell.
That was the bit where I found hell.
Here was the part where I just failed.
Lemonade lost and daisy trailed.
All forgotten, everyone bailed.
I don't recall the precise details...
December?
Cut down a Pine Tree and yell 'Timber'…
I confess I don't remember.
I recollect a pointed finger.
That was the part where it just didn't happen.
Everything caught up and trapped.
Lost smiles in a photograph.
Now an epitaph.
I wish you a Merry Christmas
As you go about your business...
Decorate your tree.
And please try to think kindly of me ?
Yuletide, aside, all things pass.
Four year old fingers tear at the paper.
Doesn't matter what I bought.
I could never package what I ought.
There is no Santa Claus.
There's just a little tree.
The lights are heaven made.
There's nothing real to see.
xx SF
DECEMBER.
This is the part where... This is the part where I fell...
You said 'Not again!' You yelled.
Snail without a shell.
That was the bit where I found hell.
Here was the part where I just failed.
Lemonade lost and daisy trailed.
All forgotten, everyone bailed.
I don't recall the precise details...
December?
Cut down a Pine Tree and yell 'Timber'…
I confess I don't remember.
I recollect a pointed finger.
That was the part where it just didn't happen.
Everything caught up and trapped.
Lost smiles in a photograph.
Now an epitaph.
I wish you a Merry Christmas
As you go about your business...
Decorate your tree.
And please try to think kindly of me ?
Yuletide, aside, all things pass.
Four year old fingers tear at the paper.
Doesn't matter what I bought.
I could never package what I ought.
There is no Santa Claus.
There's just a little tree.
The lights are heaven made.
There's nothing real to see.
xx SF