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Winter

A warm pie next to

the fire with a tall glass of milk

a naranka coloured carrot

 

As i stay up late

i try to think what old

saint nick will leave for me in the morning

 

A slippery ice on

the path a hazed

for the passers

 

Rap up warm as

you go down the  orem

on your speedy wooden sledge

 

cold carol singer

start to wonder round your street

as you make your tree neat

 

Christmas diner getting

prepared sprouts dancing round your pan

as the turkey in the oven sizzles like the sun

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