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christmas poem

simply speaking
i gazed upon the glorious sky
from floor to ceiling
i saw the clouds among the hills
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
he'd even have his joke
little park that i pass through
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
listen
some of the hurts you have cured
but i cannot read you now

 



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