Twenty third, grey and wet
Warming my blue sofa
Two days left before Xmas
Head broken, lying on a table
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Every year is the same
Story and an old tree here
Christmas
Every year I buy a new one
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Come when ready
The clock ticks
Here it is too heavy
Even time sticks
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Here, both wind and cold rain came without a surprise
Yet, the long, weird Summer ended only yesterday
Quite a boring story but it is time for my evening walk
No dog on a lead for me but my ever wandering mind
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My mind on a spree
A dream came
Two nights back
Exactly
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All the roses are gone
For this year again
His calculated words
She almost cried
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