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The joy of the holiday`s
Contributed by
mick
on
Monday, 16th December 2013 @ 04:50:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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On window pane's, the icy frost leaves feathered patten's,
crissed and crossed, but in our house the christmas tree is decorated
with tiny dots of coloured light.
So bring the festive song's that are familiar and slow,
playing softly on the radio, mixed with the crack of
the fire and chime of family gossip.
Be warned, the sheapard approches for his flock,
after all not all sheep are reared for wool.
As darkness covers the once blue skies that spreads fear world wide,
this day comes for us all: man or mer.
The old and young are all equal in it's gaze - for all men are born will die
as equals.
Copyright ©
mick
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2013-12-16 16:50:25] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The joy of the holiday`s
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Monday, 16th December 2013 @ 09:53:47 PM AEST (User
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Yikes…here I was dancing along on your merry Christmas theme and WHAM! I'm a sheep in the dark!
Nice change up Mick…
I like the conclusion: we die as equals.
wish we could LIVE that way!!
Thanks for sharing this spooky little epitaph on Christmas! I'm gonna go turn on the lights!
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