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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Poem 72: Christmas Day

Christmas Day in my house is strange
there are flying pigs
paper fights
funny games
and happy thoughts.

Christmas Day in my house is odd
there are snacks galore
chocolate
olive cans
and much much more

Christmas Day means family
and strange oddities
Christmas means
(at times)
pipes, wrenches and chains
to challenge
pressure cooker brains.



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