Dear Friends –
for friends you are, and friends
you will remain –
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Christmas is a-comin’ – but
this goose is gettin’ thin…
why do I feel I’m in the dock
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These are the strange and dull and heavy days
(in the Northern Hemisphere at least –
we seldom spare a thought for what ordeal
our brothers and sisters, basking in the summer sun
...
Blown rose, wild, white,
thrown by snowflaked winter wind;
summer’s tender scent, intense,
dispersed; no mercy; beauty, blind…
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The brazier’s glowing coals lit up his eyes.
I asked the watchman as he guarded time:
tell me, watchman, of the truth of Night..
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Through the tears
soon breaks a smile;
See God's Grace
here in a Child.
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Perhaps it had arrived undercover
between the rich dark green leaves
of the organic cabbage which from
the huge holes in its tough outer leaves
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How could I not know
‘what she wants for Christmas’ –
when hundreds of emails
spam it to me every Advent day,
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and yeah, I ate too much
but this dream
a guy in a red suit
came from a nowhere sorta somewhere
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We control freaks like to feel
we have our thoughts in some sort
of order; though yes, we like to have
spontaneous feelings, it shows
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