I don't wear Red she said
It's from the Christmas past
I now wear Red she said
Since the day of the blast.
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Bottoms are strange things
And women can get quite stressed
Does my bum look big in this?
Question asked when we dress.
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Candles, chocolates and a bottle of Chardonnay
Heralding the eve of Christmas day
Rollicking good fun is in the air
Icy outside but who gives a care
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Exposing the layers of folds and crevices
Xography of myself begins
Perusing the mirrored reflection
Objective lens unravels
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Reflections on the still gloss of the water
Shimmering sunset colours in the evening glow
Gazing out at the beauty on the horizon
Watching the evening darkness grow.
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I cannot hear the tick or tock
Watching the minutes on the clock
Sometimes I remember from the past
The ticking of the clocks go so fast.
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I bought a poppy today
For the husbands, fathers, sons and brothers.
I bought a poppy today
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We walked through the blue haze
Of the heather covered hillside
Down to the green valley below,
Past the brown weather washed cabin
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It's all your fault
This deadly assault
Everything you touch
By your evil clutch
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