Guilt hangs her head in shame,
Where is pride now?
When the glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel,
Engulfed by destinies fiery, wet messenger has taken.
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Dear Father Christmas,
This year I would like:
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A pie or two,
A pot of tea,
A slice of cake,
And chocolates three.
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Uber florescent,
Lime green and pink,
Tight fitting,
Like a second skin,
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I met this man today,
And he had some Novel Ideas!
But I bit my tongue while his was undone,
Oh how the day flew by,
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