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Friday, November 18, 2005

Christmas Presents

Rating: 5.0
I try not to think about June
In December,
I try not to remember
People and places, beautiful faces
That have escaped my view.
Christmas presents
Given without love
Become landfill sadness;
And I feel, this year,
Every emotion
Is being discarded en masse.
You gave me a gift of tears,
That one I’m still holding onto.
Uriah Hamilton
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COMMENTS
Duncan Wyllie 04 June 2006
This grabs the reader and settles us feeling sober, a great write here Uriah Love Duncan x
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Joy Vanderhelm 25 November 2005
How sad and poignant. MY gift to you will be lots of moonlight and stardust to light your way along your path, and a beautiful maiden to help guide you.
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Ernestine Northover 18 November 2005
Oh, Uriah, I want to give you another big hug, now that I've read this, it's such a sad poem, think happy please. Love Ernestine XXX
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Raynette Eitel 18 November 2005
If you let go of those tears in your hands, Uriah, they may become stars in the sky. This is a good poem and now you must move on. Raynette
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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 18 November 2005
Nice very nice.....you will have the gift of happiness soon I'm sure :)
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Mary Nagy 18 November 2005
I sure wonder who she is Uriah! Does she realize what a mistake she's made? ? ? She's a fool. Great poem. Sincerely, mary
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Marcy Jarvis 18 November 2005
wow! Two! (I hate it that you have to write 20 characters)
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