Wanda Howard


My Miranda

Dear Miranda, this has been a hard year
The presents of your absents is everywhere
Easter, no prize egg was fount on that day
The 4th of july, there were no firework display
In October, on your birthday no candles would glow
On Halloween, no ghose or goblins did show
Thanksgiving was a reminder, your chair was now free
At christmas no twinkle of lights on our tree
New Years will come and then disappear

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