There is nothing under the tree
that could bring as much joy to me
as a young child’s squeal of glee
when they get to open up and see
the wonders of a bedded Christmas Eve
their anticipation dripping heavily
Oranges pulled from stockinged sleeves
comes the release of temptation, finally!
the literary asylum
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Creativity conquers all!
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But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream. Amos 5:24
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