The Hunch
I have a hunch all the time in my mind
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
A Rhymeless Christmas Poem
But there aren't any dancing trees
and there aren't any lights,
it's almost as though it never was;
Christmas that is.
And there isn't any snow,
not even the littlest bit,
and I'm afraid,
terribly afraid
that a "Merry Christmas" will never come.
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