I could do without all the commotion
That comes with this time of year
I could survive without the holiday rush
That so many others hold dear
Shopping for gifts doesn’t excite me
I don’t enjoy decorating a tree
Seeing colorful lights everywhere is a bore
Though most people would disagree
You could say that I’m a “scrooge”
That I’m always miserable and blue
But, truth is, I don’t have the heart to celebrate
Since my one true love broke it in two
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Poetry of the past 12 or so years. Some were class assignments, some were juvenile thoughts, some were inspired by life experiences, and some were complete fiction.
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Poetry of the past 12 years or so. Some were class assignments, some were juvenile thoughts, some were inspired by life experiences, and some were complete fiction. These cover all sorts of topics and many different types of poetry.
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